“Otanzos, is it? That’s a lovely name, little one.”
She wasn’t here to discuss nomenclature, etymology or anything of the bleeding sort with this boy. (In fact, she was near positive he wasn’t going to be discussing anything any time soon.) She was here under assignment.
A seperate asignment, of course, but it was always so mystifying the way The Force led her to these moments.
“Is that your mother, little one?” Who else could she be, a familiar sight that Kyra might NEVER forget. Never, ever. “Did you know she’s a traitor to the Order?”
Smile. A smile the child didn’t return, the woman’s truest nature creeping through her visage now. No, now the boy recoiled against her grip, finally feeling the pressure of her ‘too strong’ grip. “Did you know that your mother cost several souls their existences? Did you know that makes her very valuable?”
[ @ashesam || Ashe run, oh my god. ]