Tue Feb 21, 2012 10:04 pm by Wikolia Keahi
*Atia's demeanor invites no continuation of my play and so, stepping back and adopting a more intent and focused expression and posture as I examine the various weapons and gear that are on display, I say matter of factly, with no overly proud tone despite the pride I feel at what I admit,* "I know the spell of storm, my Sister; and can sing the songs that call mist and rain. *A predatory smile surfaces on my lips as, thinking of those storms I have called into being in the past and knowing, now, that I will be able to channel the anger and grief that yet linger in the wake of my twin's death into a storm of a ferocity and magnitude I had not felt capable of before, I say,* Our enemies will be distracted as you wish, that I promise you, my Sister."
*Though I have never felt as though I needed aught else but my quarterstaff, knife and command of the Winds of Power that I can summon with spell and song, I have seen in my time with Atia that they are not ideally suited for engaging Sith, and so, as I have used them before, I nod towards one of the Banshees - garbed in their signature banded body suit and armed with blaster and blade - and say,* "I need only that which the Banshees use, Sister."
*As I am turning back to Atia I see Zadea - nearly unrecognizable beneath her hood, so changed is her comportment since last I saw her - approaching us and smile as, wondering if she is here to join us in the rescue of our captured Sister, I say to her warmly,* "Sister. Welcome home."