ITS A PULL TO SOMETHING--- and she follows. ( or someone ) the force worked like that, mysterious, ever moving. her strides remain confident however as she follows a unknown path so blindly. black fabric fluttering and trailing behind her. she weaves through the castle like a black cobra. ready to strike, but pursing her prey in full force. her features are hard set and unmoving as she finds herself pausing at the grand entrance of the castle. head cocks quickly and eyes narrow at a figure moving swiftly in the distance to the right of her. fleeing, perhaps? adara had no time for games. she follows on their heels and as soon as the figure turns features etched so visibly in her mind cause hardened brown hues to soften. she’s free of her mask, hood concealing her, and so she pushes it down. dark hair the same as adali’s spills onto her shoulders. breath catches and brows pull together. adara the mighty knight of ren stands, stunned. CONSUMED IN HER OWN HELLFIRE. it was a nightmare..... it had to be..... a trick of luke skywalkers---- “ NO. ” @myndraav