@pcndorica // merrin.
yakamoz (turkish, n.) - the reflection of the moon as it shines upon the water
there was no more respite from the war now than there had been at the end of the clone wars, as the empire had taken its power and slaughtered those who stood in the way. coruscant had never been a calm enough planet to find any peace on; its prowess and towering buildings, busting streets always ensured something. but since the riots had begun, stil with no end in sight, the atmosphere was different.
second sister was not fully dressed in her inquisitor’s outfit, instead, her helmet and cape nowhere in sight, just head to toe in black that looked vaguely imperial.
the pond was man-made, initially deserted, hesperidium reflecting across the still surface. she stood still and stared at it. it was the presence of another in the force – a curious... anomaly, not familiar, but enough to grasp onto her attention, that broke the silence of her intense stare. “shouldn’t you know better than to be out here alone?”
