Raviel Reports Back

[Triune]

*The injection hisses pressing the dose, one quarter of the vial, into Selae's system. A slight tingle in her arm is all that happens. Thoughts of having been hoodwinked passes through her mind as her anger builds. She turns to look at Raviel, a retort on her lips.*

-DARKNESS-

~Selae (Is that my name?) is excited, the sphere of air dances in her tiny ebon hand. She smiles up at a Danthiri woman with golden blonde hair (Momma!) who is so pleased with her. A hug; warm, trusting, motherly enwraps Selae, her heart soars at the woman's reaction. Tears flow from her emerald eyes as she drops the sphere and hugs the woman back. Selae (but that's not my name) feels the connection of mother and daughter, through it she feels a connection to the entire race, her race.... She masters the wind.~

-Through focus comes unity-

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She opens her eyes and just stares forward. Her hand goes to her brow as these images have come to her. Such love between this woman and her? no....not her someone else but whom? She grows angry at herself for this confusion and the sense of remorse she feels. To have someone hold you and say that they loved you like that. She had missed out. No one had done that for her.....no one except Kit.....and he.......She grows even more furious and gets to her unsteady feet throwing off the helmet and walking towards the back of the ship. She didn't like these thoughts she was having. She starts punching the metal of the ship.*

[Triune]

*Raviel blinks as Selae gets up after an hour of stillness. He watches her grow angry and punch the ship. He then decides to bring up a point.*

"Ummm Jabbress? It is near time for the second injection. Should we continue?"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She stands there for a moment with her head against the metal feeling the coolness against her skin. Reality coming back in. She takes a deep breath gathering herself once again and returns to the cockpit. Her fists are bleeding but she ignores it. She sits down as if nothing had happened and turns once to glare at Raviel. She then takes the injector pod and injects herself again leaning back and closing her eyes. She doesn't know how this one will affect her but the price of learning weaving was worth anything.*

[Triune]

*There once more is that teasing period that nothing happens. It lasts just long enough for the pain in her fist to begin annoying her, just when it looks like nothing is going to happen and she is about to tend to that hand... Darkness takes her once more.*

~Tears roll down Selae's cheeks as she cradles her hand to her chest. She hadn't intended to pull the glass pitcher from the table, only the water in it but she had let her control get away from her and literally created a tempest in a teapot. Everything in the room dripped with water and the glass from the pitcher tore through her hand. Soon the Blonde Danthiri (I'm sorry Momma I didn't mean to!) arrives and though not pleased with the dripping water she is quick to tend to Selae's hand. Soon the wound, not severe, is wrapped with a thin grey gause the pain subsides. The Danthiri woman asks Selae (But Momma calls me 'Reka') to gather the water and put it into a metal pitcher. Concentration furrows on her brow, the water thin and scattered ripples and she can feel her mind 'burn' as she gathers it, like using a muscle in practice she eventually puts the water, every drop into the pitcher. Selae smiles proudly at her accomplishment as does the Blonde who gives her a gentle motherly hug.~

-Through conflict comes Strength-

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She once again opens her eyes. A coolness is felt on her cheeks as she raises her hands to touch them. Tears had indeed fallen from her eyes while seeing this scene in her mind. She then sees her hands how they aren't bleeding again. The wounds had been healed. Had she done this while sleeping? Or had there been some other connection. She felt such confusion in her mind she didn't know whether she was coming or going. In fact, she felt as if she might be becoming Lirreka.....*

"How long have I been out?"

[Triune]

*Raviel looks over at Selae, he had moved her out of the pilot's chair and had the vessel elsewhere on Coruscant now.*

"Nearly an hour again. You were crying... I took the liberty of moving the ship to a less seedy area of Coruscant where ships are less noticed. Do you wish to go through with this Jabbress? It seems to be affecting you so. Your breathing stills to almost nill."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She nods her head at Raviel.* "Yes, moving the ship was wise. As far as continuing, I have come too far to stop now. If this kills me, then you are a free man, Raviel. I have nothing else. I must retrieve my daughter and must bring Lirreka down. This is the only way I know. Tell me, is it time for another injection yet?"

[Triune]

*He checks the chrono and nods to her.*

"Indeed it is. The only reason I would be 'free' is because of you Jabbress I would never be 'free' of you nor would I want to be."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She raises an eyebrow at this comment as she gives herself the next injection. She then leans back and looks at him carefully.*

"Why is it you wouldn't want to be free of me? Are you that attached to bondage to a woman? To be free and dictate your own actions....make your own decisions....that is true freedom. Acting how you wish without someone standing over you saying that is wrong. You can't feel that way...."

[Triune]

*Raviel smiles at her as she injects herself.*

"That freedom I crave and would indeed have but for you Selae I will always carry a-

DARKNESS

~Selea (My name is Reka!) stands in a stone cavern, her sharp eyes seeing through the darkness easily. Her limbs ached, like she was holding up a great weight even though her hands were at her side. Her breathing was deep and regulated as her will was bent into the ground into the rock crystal that filled the cavern floor. Two pillars of it she wanted to make but for days have resisted her. The Danthiri woman (Mother!) told her to be patient but that was difficult at her age.... So here she stood locked in a battle of wills with stone. Finally something occurred to her, if she could not draw the crystal up through the rock why not push the rock away from the crystal? This little change in perception brought her the pillars in short order. She smiled, proud with her accomplishment.~

No way is way

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*Sweat covers her brow and her breathing is a little raspy as if she had greatly spent all of her energy. She opens her eyes slowly and gets to her feet stumbling a little. Her voice comes breathlessly as she moves further back in the ship asking Raviel a question though he can't understand her words. She has to lean against one of the passageways and slides down to the floor shivering.*

*She calls out to him the only way she knows how to.*

[glow=red,2,300]Water....must have some water...Rav....please....[/glow]

[Triune]

*Raviel is at her side, water drizzled to her lips from a container, he sits on the floor with her head and shoulders in his lap.*

"I am here Jabbress... I am here." He murmurs to her softly, reassuringly.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She brings her arms up to the container holding it and drinking the water like she has been dehydrated for days. Once she regains her strength and stops shivering she realizes she is in his lap and gets up quickly. She moves back to the cockpit sitting down in the co-pilot's seat and grabs the last injection. She wanted this whole mess to be over with very very soon.* "No matter what happens this time, do NOT touch me, Raviel."

[Triune]

*He nods moving to the pilot's seat to watch her as she injects the last of the vial*

"As you command, Jabbress." He bows, she never sees him straighten as darkness takes her for a fourth time.

~It's hot, the stones beneath her are cool enough to touch but the air itself is sweltering. Selae (Reka, my name is Reka.) sits in yoga style upon the stones as her will, every erg of it is bent on the crackling forge fire in front of her. Six days, no sleep, no food, no water... only her and the fire. Fire was the hardest to master; violent, vicious, lethal... Like a maddened shale-cat on the hunt. There was no rethinking or short cut to master this. It had to be the old way. Conquer from within, give it nothing within you to fuel it, feed it carefully to maintain it. Her green eyes crackled with amber as she strove to tame her own violent temper and through that gain the mastery of fire. Her mind burned, her body ached but still surrender was never an option. Time slowed to nothingness... Eventually, bit by bit she gathered and pulled the flame from the forge, feeding it with a thin tendril of energy channeled through her body. She held out her ebon hand as the sphere of flame hovered above it. A smile broke across her face. She had mastered Fire... She was now a Weaver!~

-No limitation is limitation-