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29-04-2023, 10:44 PM
The first recording flickered into life, the female Pureblood looking into the recording unit with what seemed to be confusion. A soft tap onto it followed as if to ask ‘Is this on and recording?’ Naturally the unit didn’t answer, but a moment passed before the crimson eyes caught onto the red blinking light.
“Is this recording? Yes? No? Stars, first attempt I make and I already feel unintelligent. How obnoxious. I am quite unsure how to start this in proper manner..”
Avestia wrinkled her nose in mild annoyance as she thought for a moment, repositioning herself lightly and turning her arm. This allowed the device to pick up on the head of her bed and a glimpse of a reflection from the window.
“I digress. My father has given me this device as an opportunity to record my thoughts when in private, to look back upon at later times. He also mentioned that it’d help me vent my frustrations that’ll undoubtedly form. There might be ulterior motives to this method but time will reveal those along the way, and I do not see them at this very moment.
Finally I have recovered from my Father’s punishment for my actions. An afternoon was spent in a kolto tank, the evening that followed suit spent in my mother’s arms. She is especially caring for the ones she cares for, even as Sith. This may have to do with the fact that the Force laid dormant in her till shortly after she finished her medical studies.
Words soothed the mind and her embrace calmed my racing heart, allowing me relaxation that I doubt I will find anywhere in the near future.
Where my brother did not react as caring as my mother, I never expected him to. From young on we have both been aware we are meant to become Sith and this might result in facing one another. Our last interaction was a brief exchange of words which for the most consisted of him reminding me of etiquette amongst Sith, which I was already quite well aware of.”
A rough minute passed where Avestia thought what subject to bring up next, before she inhaled deeply. Light nervousness had found its way into her words as she spoke up once more.
“In forty-eight hours I depart from the estate, and will enter the Dromund Kaas academy. I will go from a noble to one of many. While feeling nervous, I am anxious to form my own path, to take the first steps on my way of becoming Sith.”
Reaching for the device she pressed the recording button and with a soft click the recording shut off.
“Is this recording? Yes? No? Stars, first attempt I make and I already feel unintelligent. How obnoxious. I am quite unsure how to start this in proper manner..”
Avestia wrinkled her nose in mild annoyance as she thought for a moment, repositioning herself lightly and turning her arm. This allowed the device to pick up on the head of her bed and a glimpse of a reflection from the window.
“I digress. My father has given me this device as an opportunity to record my thoughts when in private, to look back upon at later times. He also mentioned that it’d help me vent my frustrations that’ll undoubtedly form. There might be ulterior motives to this method but time will reveal those along the way, and I do not see them at this very moment.
Finally I have recovered from my Father’s punishment for my actions. An afternoon was spent in a kolto tank, the evening that followed suit spent in my mother’s arms. She is especially caring for the ones she cares for, even as Sith. This may have to do with the fact that the Force laid dormant in her till shortly after she finished her medical studies.
Words soothed the mind and her embrace calmed my racing heart, allowing me relaxation that I doubt I will find anywhere in the near future.
Where my brother did not react as caring as my mother, I never expected him to. From young on we have both been aware we are meant to become Sith and this might result in facing one another. Our last interaction was a brief exchange of words which for the most consisted of him reminding me of etiquette amongst Sith, which I was already quite well aware of.”
A rough minute passed where Avestia thought what subject to bring up next, before she inhaled deeply. Light nervousness had found its way into her words as she spoke up once more.
“In forty-eight hours I depart from the estate, and will enter the Dromund Kaas academy. I will go from a noble to one of many. While feeling nervous, I am anxious to form my own path, to take the first steps on my way of becoming Sith.”
Reaching for the device she pressed the recording button and with a soft click the recording shut off.
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