Awakining the Goddess of balance

[Adena]

She nods slightly, the scent of Lirreka's platinum hair filling, and entoxiacting her sences, triggering lost past memories " yes, I as well, I had reservations at first, until I felt the shift..but the third is still missing Lirreka, " she tips Lirreka's jaw with a delecate finger to look into her emerald eyes. " WE; are not complete until the light can touch the darkness, only then will I be balanced, and prepaired to face what will come,,and we will rush to meet it..."

[Triune]

*She nods at Adena's words, her position shifting in Adena's embrace*

"I hope there is time. The Sith are on the move and I do not know in which direction they will strike first. If they come towards the Ebonclaws we will stand against them even though our hold here is small." She smiles slightly at a thought

"Oh if I could lure them across the abyssal. There I could loose the unfettered might of the Ebonclaw Nation upon them. The velvet night would illume with the brilliance of Torch Stations obliterating their capital ships, the cry of the Night Reapers as they rip into their fighters like a raptor diving through a flock of swallows." Her laughter chills the air as she tosses back her head. She calms somewhat and looks back to Adena.

"That is too much to expect. They hate but are not that foolish. A shame really. To see the great lords of the Sith in shackles... Oh that would be a sight worthy of song and saga." Her eyes glitter with images of conflict and battle, her voice lifts into a soft crooning.

"Lasers flash sabres swing
Shining armors piercing ring
Speeders fly with a polished shield
Fight those bastards till they yield.

Midnight mare and Blood-red roan
Fight to keep this land your own
Sound the horn and call the cry
How many of them can we make die!"

[Adena]

Adena Falls silent for amoment at the sound of the song, a grin playing to her lips as her own mind drifts to what Lirreka had mantiond, the might of the Eban Nations, the massive force she herself once commanded into many battles, having had hymns of her feats sung to children..however she wondered if these were nothing more than memory now, as alien to them as the apperance of the pale toned, golden haired mistress of the Matron that they once knew.