4. Seeking a purpose (open)
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05-09-2011, 12:21 AM
Nisa
Niesara had found her title and position within the Keep, now she just needed a purpose... and a teacher. She had found her chambers, a gown of sapphire blue and soft ankle hugging boots thanks to the help of Lord Jasik and the maid that eventually found her. She smiled... it had been a tiring morning and yet instead of sleeping, which she should probably be doing, she was in the garden, once more kneeling by the roses, picking up the scattered petals from the poor flower she had descimated upon her arrival.
Once done there, she picked the dead blossoms off and then continued thrut he last of the flowers in that area. Rising and tossing the debris into a pile in the darkest corner of the garden, she decided that there was probably a droid who cleaned up. This kind of garden was too pristine to be simply hand kept.
Wanding around a bit, learning the garden and its strengths and weaknesses, she began to hum softly. After a few moments she feared she would be heard, as her morning 'calling' had been and tried to silence her mind. Settling down on a bench, she set a stone on the other end and looked at it. "So ... I know you are supposed to move. I have heard it happens and I have done in panic..." She frowned as she talked to herself. "So how do I learn to do it on command?"
She sat and stared at the rock and hoped that it would move, even just a little for her.
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05-09-2011, 12:49 AM
Dreks Saul
Dreks walked silently through the gardens, pondering the scenery. He hadn't been very active lately; he had confined himself to his room and done much thinking. It was a burden, sometimes; but it was necessary to do. He had finally taken the liberty to walk under the violet sky of Ruusan.. and where better than the Gardens?
He walked through rows and rows of the flowers and bushes... and he heard... humming? No one ever hummed here. It was female, for sure; it sounded familiar. Dreks quietly followed the sound, which was soon amplified with a soft voice, talking... to a rock?
I don't think that talking to inanimate objects is a very sane thing to do... do you? He gave her a small wink, and sat down next to her. He recognized her immediately; her name was Niesara. He had brought her here in the first place, but she wouldn't realize that, of course. Dreks. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting here? He took her hand and lightly kissed it, his lips brushing her soft skin.
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05-09-2011, 01:04 AM
Nisa
Nisa almost jumped from her skin as she heard the voice. Growling to herself she kept composed on the outside. She would need to learn to keep her surroundings in better check. No point in losing your head before you learned to use it.
“How many of us within these walls are sane?” She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “Is it sane to wear a mask and proclaim to be another?” She shook her head as if to let him know she was being rhetoric. “I am Niesara, I am Lord Jasik's ward. I came out here to see if I could be of some use. But apparently, whatever it is that makes me do things when I panic, I seem to lack when I am not so scared."
As he kissed her hand, she turned and blushed. “You are far too kind.” She looked back at him with crimson cheeks and laughed. “Perhaps it is you who is not sane... yes?”
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05-10-2011, 01:25 AM
Dreks
I am completely sane; you, however... talking to inanimate objects... He chided her lightly. It's perfectly sane to wear a mask and proclaim to be another. It's called acting and operas. Dreks was a smart-aleck sometimes, when he wasn't trying to be all seductive. He didn't want to pull a seductive number on Niesa though; it would be much too early.
Lord Jasik's ward... I haven't been able to speak with him. I'll have to do so later. He turned towards her, looked at her closely. She didn't look sickly like she had when she was in the hospital. She did, though, seem more angry to him than she had in other situations. Reaching out to the Force, he gently pushed the rock away from them. There. He turned to face Niesa. So, Niesara, Lord Jasik's ward, where are you originally from?
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05-10-2011, 01:45 AM
Nisa
Nisa smiled. “So you sing too, eh?” She teased him as he teased her. She glared at the rock stubbornly once more and sighed. “I know it should move... but I … can't...” She grit her teeth and clenched her hands. She had just about been ready to brush the rock off the bench with physical force when suddenly it slid from her reach. “How... ?” She looked at him and sighed taking a deep breath. “Forgive me. Perhaps I wish this too swiftly. Something tells me your next words will be 'You will learn in time... be patient'. It's just that...” she shook her head once more. How to say I am tired of waiting without sounding like a child was something she also didn't know how to do. Instead she smiled slightly. “I am from Coruscant. My parents were in an accident recently. Lord Jasik was kind enough to be willing to foster me as I am too old for the Childrens' Homes.” Some of it was right... enough that should he probe her there would be a haze, but not blackness that covered lies in her. There was plenty of that, but not in this moment. “I told him I would take care of the garden to help with my keep here. And I wish to learn... things.” She looked back down at her hands and wondered how one said I wish to be a powerful Jedi without sounding as ridiculous as a woman talking to a rock.
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Nisa
Niesara had found her title and position within the Keep, now she just needed a purpose... and a teacher. She had found her chambers, a gown of sapphire blue and soft ankle hugging boots thanks to the help of Lord Jasik and the maid that eventually found her. She smiled... it had been a tiring morning and yet instead of sleeping, which she should probably be doing, she was in the garden, once more kneeling by the roses, picking up the scattered petals from the poor flower she had descimated upon her arrival.
Once done there, she picked the dead blossoms off and then continued thrut he last of the flowers in that area. Rising and tossing the debris into a pile in the darkest corner of the garden, she decided that there was probably a droid who cleaned up. This kind of garden was too pristine to be simply hand kept.
Wanding around a bit, learning the garden and its strengths and weaknesses, she began to hum softly. After a few moments she feared she would be heard, as her morning 'calling' had been and tried to silence her mind. Settling down on a bench, she set a stone on the other end and looked at it. "So ... I know you are supposed to move. I have heard it happens and I have done in panic..." She frowned as she talked to herself. "So how do I learn to do it on command?"
She sat and stared at the rock and hoped that it would move, even just a little for her.
***
05-09-2011, 12:49 AM
Dreks Saul
Dreks walked silently through the gardens, pondering the scenery. He hadn't been very active lately; he had confined himself to his room and done much thinking. It was a burden, sometimes; but it was necessary to do. He had finally taken the liberty to walk under the violet sky of Ruusan.. and where better than the Gardens?
He walked through rows and rows of the flowers and bushes... and he heard... humming? No one ever hummed here. It was female, for sure; it sounded familiar. Dreks quietly followed the sound, which was soon amplified with a soft voice, talking... to a rock?
I don't think that talking to inanimate objects is a very sane thing to do... do you? He gave her a small wink, and sat down next to her. He recognized her immediately; her name was Niesara. He had brought her here in the first place, but she wouldn't realize that, of course. Dreks. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting here? He took her hand and lightly kissed it, his lips brushing her soft skin.
***
05-09-2011, 01:04 AM
Nisa
Nisa almost jumped from her skin as she heard the voice. Growling to herself she kept composed on the outside. She would need to learn to keep her surroundings in better check. No point in losing your head before you learned to use it.
“How many of us within these walls are sane?” She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “Is it sane to wear a mask and proclaim to be another?” She shook her head as if to let him know she was being rhetoric. “I am Niesara, I am Lord Jasik's ward. I came out here to see if I could be of some use. But apparently, whatever it is that makes me do things when I panic, I seem to lack when I am not so scared."
As he kissed her hand, she turned and blushed. “You are far too kind.” She looked back at him with crimson cheeks and laughed. “Perhaps it is you who is not sane... yes?”
***
05-10-2011, 01:25 AM
Dreks
I am completely sane; you, however... talking to inanimate objects... He chided her lightly. It's perfectly sane to wear a mask and proclaim to be another. It's called acting and operas. Dreks was a smart-aleck sometimes, when he wasn't trying to be all seductive. He didn't want to pull a seductive number on Niesa though; it would be much too early.
Lord Jasik's ward... I haven't been able to speak with him. I'll have to do so later. He turned towards her, looked at her closely. She didn't look sickly like she had when she was in the hospital. She did, though, seem more angry to him than she had in other situations. Reaching out to the Force, he gently pushed the rock away from them. There. He turned to face Niesa. So, Niesara, Lord Jasik's ward, where are you originally from?
***
05-10-2011, 01:45 AM
Nisa
Nisa smiled. “So you sing too, eh?” She teased him as he teased her. She glared at the rock stubbornly once more and sighed. “I know it should move... but I … can't...” She grit her teeth and clenched her hands. She had just about been ready to brush the rock off the bench with physical force when suddenly it slid from her reach. “How... ?” She looked at him and sighed taking a deep breath. “Forgive me. Perhaps I wish this too swiftly. Something tells me your next words will be 'You will learn in time... be patient'. It's just that...” she shook her head once more. How to say I am tired of waiting without sounding like a child was something she also didn't know how to do. Instead she smiled slightly. “I am from Coruscant. My parents were in an accident recently. Lord Jasik was kind enough to be willing to foster me as I am too old for the Childrens' Homes.” Some of it was right... enough that should he probe her there would be a haze, but not blackness that covered lies in her. There was plenty of that, but not in this moment. “I told him I would take care of the garden to help with my keep here. And I wish to learn... things.” She looked back down at her hands and wondered how one said I wish to be a powerful Jedi without sounding as ridiculous as a woman talking to a rock.
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