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29-04-2023, 10:44 PM
Avestia made an agitated impression, an annoyed frown on her face as she tapped onto the holocommunication device. With quick taps she scrolled through her list of contacts, though with every subsequent tap it became more and more obvious that whatever sliver of patience she still had, was wearing thin rapidly.
She was sat on one of the outgrown branches, and while it was far from too comfortable it provided her shelter from the unending downpour and privacy from glaring eyes. The call went on for minutes before finally coming through, the blue glowing projection the hand-held communication device produced showing a figure in black robes and a hood. Under that hood there was a mask, to hide the facial features and unintentionally muffling his voice.
“Dear sister. Father is unavailable at this point of time, though I will inform him that you have attempted to contact him.”
The words were spoken with an uncharacteristic calm for Sith, though that calm fell to deaf ears when they were picked up by Avestia. Her facial muscles scrunched up and the frown worsened before she bursted out into a storm of words. From being agitated she became downright furious and made no futile attempt at hiding it.
“Are you -serious- right now, Avestis? If he were really unavailable you would not even be allowed to hold his holocommunication device and you know this! So get over yourself and allow me to speak Father, he has some explaining to do which I am a hundred percent sure you don’t have a clue of!”
“It is improper to show anger in front of your superiors, some see it as stepping out of place. Are you sure your current state of mind is one fitting a conversation with our Father?”
With soft steps of feet and rustling of robes the unit was then handed over to another person, facial features strongly being similar to Avestia albeit different ever so lightly. Before he could speak another word though, the storm that had been building up inside Avestia was let loose in the form of another torrent of furious words.
“Have you lost your mind, Father!? I thought I was the one to walk my own path of becoming Sith, and then you decide to pull the strings from behind the scene! And of all places you decide to push your own daughter into the hands of a Pureblood traditionalist house? Is it not enough that you have the capability of marrying off your daughter for political and house relations, that every step of my way of becoming Sith is to act as unifier?”
It was obvious that she had crossed a line though, as silence lingered in the air. It was the calm before the storm and this storm was about to hit her with a vengeance formed of superiority and disarming calmness. What disarmed her more than the following words was her sudden grasping for her throat as she was lifted into the air and choked through the Force, the holocommunication unit clattering onto the thick branch and breaking the chokehold.
“Dare not put that tone up with me again, child. The consequences will last you a lifetime if you continue to step out of place. You see yourself too important, where you are merely another acolyte amongst acolytes. My placing of you in the ranks of a more populated Pureblood house has to do with -you- and not with me. If you survive amongst Acolytes in renowned house, possibilities will form. Now think on the words I have spoken and have a proper excuse to disturb one above you in the future, daughter.”
The call ended and Avestia was left gasping for air while she rubbed her throat, a frustrated scream being audible shortly after.
She was sat on one of the outgrown branches, and while it was far from too comfortable it provided her shelter from the unending downpour and privacy from glaring eyes. The call went on for minutes before finally coming through, the blue glowing projection the hand-held communication device produced showing a figure in black robes and a hood. Under that hood there was a mask, to hide the facial features and unintentionally muffling his voice.
“Dear sister. Father is unavailable at this point of time, though I will inform him that you have attempted to contact him.”
The words were spoken with an uncharacteristic calm for Sith, though that calm fell to deaf ears when they were picked up by Avestia. Her facial muscles scrunched up and the frown worsened before she bursted out into a storm of words. From being agitated she became downright furious and made no futile attempt at hiding it.
“Are you -serious- right now, Avestis? If he were really unavailable you would not even be allowed to hold his holocommunication device and you know this! So get over yourself and allow me to speak Father, he has some explaining to do which I am a hundred percent sure you don’t have a clue of!”
“It is improper to show anger in front of your superiors, some see it as stepping out of place. Are you sure your current state of mind is one fitting a conversation with our Father?”
With soft steps of feet and rustling of robes the unit was then handed over to another person, facial features strongly being similar to Avestia albeit different ever so lightly. Before he could speak another word though, the storm that had been building up inside Avestia was let loose in the form of another torrent of furious words.
“Have you lost your mind, Father!? I thought I was the one to walk my own path of becoming Sith, and then you decide to pull the strings from behind the scene! And of all places you decide to push your own daughter into the hands of a Pureblood traditionalist house? Is it not enough that you have the capability of marrying off your daughter for political and house relations, that every step of my way of becoming Sith is to act as unifier?”
It was obvious that she had crossed a line though, as silence lingered in the air. It was the calm before the storm and this storm was about to hit her with a vengeance formed of superiority and disarming calmness. What disarmed her more than the following words was her sudden grasping for her throat as she was lifted into the air and choked through the Force, the holocommunication unit clattering onto the thick branch and breaking the chokehold.
“Dare not put that tone up with me again, child. The consequences will last you a lifetime if you continue to step out of place. You see yourself too important, where you are merely another acolyte amongst acolytes. My placing of you in the ranks of a more populated Pureblood house has to do with -you- and not with me. If you survive amongst Acolytes in renowned house, possibilities will form. Now think on the words I have spoken and have a proper excuse to disturb one above you in the future, daughter.”
The call ended and Avestia was left gasping for air while she rubbed her throat, a frustrated scream being audible shortly after.
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