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I decided to start a small RP to alleviate boredom... I gave it a location as well as you can see...

Grey Nirvara sets outside the temple, levitating red crystals in her hand and watching the way the sunset causes the edges to glow symbolically. Slowly she pockets them and stares down at a slowly burning fire, laced with ash, at her feet. Turning her pale face toward the fortress, her mind pierces through the walls. But only to hear a lonely student reciting early incantations. All the world is quiet...to quiet.

Nivara watched intently as the figure diisapeared below the ridgeline. Unresonsively. Many people were turned off by Korribans empty desserts of crimson sand and hot nights. Jagged mountains lined the gleaming horizon. Korriban held to a beauty entirely its own. She wanted to be close to where it had all, if not started, finally taken root. The magic of the pass natives left mysterious unseeable marks on everything she touched. She knelt, summoning a breath of ash, and taking in its burnt smell..and as for death,..that was a different matter, she smiled grimly at the thought.

Still kneeling in the exact same place, the sun having sunk a little lower and the atmosphere dimmed and cooler, she observed the billowing cloak trailing the heals of the ealier departed figure. She watched him, while looking through him, in deep thought, and stood as a cool breeze ruffled her short black hair.

She looks briefly indignant. " If i had needed your help i would have asked for it." her lips curl then she adds dissmissively " So it is that i have never asked anyone for anything." Her words end faintly as though to herself but with pridefull intination as she kicks at the fadeing embers at her feet. She is dressed entirely in black, prounouncing her pale feartures and slightly revealed midrift. A leather mercenary investment, she had taken from a corpse, the pant legs were tucked into heavy belted boots. Behind her was a small brown leather pouch of belongings and a finely engraved wooden pole, ancient runes glowed eerily upon it in the night. A lightsaber was equipped on her belt.

She looks out beyond the ridgeline where he had returned from, knowing of the bay the valley harbored and what business he had there. " Your the only other one. My eyes were drawn toward the movement. If you must know." She returns her eyes piercing the deep darkness of his cloak and glowing slightly like a cats beneath the moonlight.

Senseing unfounded disgust in him she shook her head. Unreasonable. If he only knew. She had been standing there all day, into the night. Instict was what she had left and with the knowledge that Korriban was his "graveyard" what was she to fear by turning her head momentarilly? She thought again..."certainly not him."

Picking up on the sound waves before they even reached her ears she peered over her shoulder. Overreact? she thinks sarcastically, grabbing her pole and hideing her hand sack beneath a stone, she rolled silently down a sandy dune, following the noise, then observing him withdrawing his lightsaber, touches her own lightly. She traips along at a distance in the shadows, intrigued herself as too(honestly what he was up too.) the long and seemingly dead exsistence of this ancient colony.