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29-04-2023, 10:45 PM
A tired Avestia was sat down in front of the recording device, her hair a loose, greasy mess. The usual band that collected her hairs was placed on the table, allowing a curtain of black hair to fall over her eyes. Her voice was quite low and the tiredness that her form gave away transitioned flawlessly into her voice as she started to speak.
“It’s been an eternity since my last recording. I’m glad I’ve kept notes of what transpired in the meanwhile, so I can collect my thoughts properly in these recordings, once every while. If I had not then I undoubtedly would’ve forgotten the events which I consider ‘less’ important than the others.
To start off. Trial period has ended once more. It even ended quite a while ago, and with it I should’ve recorded. Results are two more trials failed, yet I’m quite fond of the notes which I received. No longer will I sit down and wait, instead I’ll twist whatever I can grasp to force opportunity onto myself.”
With the last sentence finished she reached for the steaming glass on the far edge of the table, cradling it in her hands as if it were something precious. Nudging her hair to the side she stared into the device, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing.
“After the trial period came my first interaction with Lord Saud. There are certain similarities with my mother in their appearance and manifestation of their presence in the Force, yet that is where the similarities end. Saud’s presence is coaxing, calming and yet testing. Provocative almost, emboldening to some like myself and without doubt threatening to others. There's a lot more than this, yet in my tired state I can't actually put my thoughts into words.
Standing ground in front of her is merely the first step though, and the difference of pressure between the first and the second is massive. She is skilled with words to the point where she can lull you into a sense of security and then a split second later she is on the offensive. This is an individual who is not to be underestimated, and I have no intention of failing the test which is put up for me.”
Annoyance had started to seep into her posture as she placed the glass down and cautiously pushed herself up with the tips of her fingers. The young noble was limping quite noticeably as she took two steps, her left leg almost being dragged with her.
“It’s too late or rather too early for me to scream in frustration, but if I could, I would. Look at this! For typhojem knows how long we’ve been defending and fighting on that wretched planet which is so very important, against those creatures, Taurill. They’re very much frustrating to deal with as an Acolyte, seeing as while I might have the proper equipment to deal with them, we are not allowed to use that equipment except for one particular mission, recently.
That exact mission is where this wound happened. I, Apprentice Khatatas and Amythia were told to defend a location. Trying to create distance between myself and the horde that went to overwhelm us, I stumbled over..something. I honestly do not know what it was. Who cares. Result was that one of the disgusting creatures pinned me to the ground and pierced my leg with its stinger. We managed to hold the location, so objective complete. In our recent mission we went to exterminate the source and thus the Taurill should not be a threat anymore.
Now I do have to wait, because while I can endure the pain and have endured worse, I would like my leg to be fully functional before I go to complete this task which I was assigned."
Limping towards the device she clicked it off, the gentle crackling of the recording fading away alongside the sound of an exhausted sigh.
“It’s been an eternity since my last recording. I’m glad I’ve kept notes of what transpired in the meanwhile, so I can collect my thoughts properly in these recordings, once every while. If I had not then I undoubtedly would’ve forgotten the events which I consider ‘less’ important than the others.
To start off. Trial period has ended once more. It even ended quite a while ago, and with it I should’ve recorded. Results are two more trials failed, yet I’m quite fond of the notes which I received. No longer will I sit down and wait, instead I’ll twist whatever I can grasp to force opportunity onto myself.”
With the last sentence finished she reached for the steaming glass on the far edge of the table, cradling it in her hands as if it were something precious. Nudging her hair to the side she stared into the device, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing.
“After the trial period came my first interaction with Lord Saud. There are certain similarities with my mother in their appearance and manifestation of their presence in the Force, yet that is where the similarities end. Saud’s presence is coaxing, calming and yet testing. Provocative almost, emboldening to some like myself and without doubt threatening to others. There's a lot more than this, yet in my tired state I can't actually put my thoughts into words.
Standing ground in front of her is merely the first step though, and the difference of pressure between the first and the second is massive. She is skilled with words to the point where she can lull you into a sense of security and then a split second later she is on the offensive. This is an individual who is not to be underestimated, and I have no intention of failing the test which is put up for me.”
Annoyance had started to seep into her posture as she placed the glass down and cautiously pushed herself up with the tips of her fingers. The young noble was limping quite noticeably as she took two steps, her left leg almost being dragged with her.
“It’s too late or rather too early for me to scream in frustration, but if I could, I would. Look at this! For typhojem knows how long we’ve been defending and fighting on that wretched planet which is so very important, against those creatures, Taurill. They’re very much frustrating to deal with as an Acolyte, seeing as while I might have the proper equipment to deal with them, we are not allowed to use that equipment except for one particular mission, recently.
That exact mission is where this wound happened. I, Apprentice Khatatas and Amythia were told to defend a location. Trying to create distance between myself and the horde that went to overwhelm us, I stumbled over..something. I honestly do not know what it was. Who cares. Result was that one of the disgusting creatures pinned me to the ground and pierced my leg with its stinger. We managed to hold the location, so objective complete. In our recent mission we went to exterminate the source and thus the Taurill should not be a threat anymore.
Now I do have to wait, because while I can endure the pain and have endured worse, I would like my leg to be fully functional before I go to complete this task which I was assigned."
Limping towards the device she clicked it off, the gentle crackling of the recording fading away alongside the sound of an exhausted sigh.
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