The Rebel Faction

It had been a long time since Adhee had walked such... turbulent space.

She was a quiet person, one who usually spoke only when needed and rarely placed herself in such populated areas. She may have even appeared out of place, in the midst of the throngs of bodies spilling back and forth through Falltyl. With the dance-like grace of a woman well-versed in athletics of another nature than mere travel, she twisted through the shifting crowd and as far away from physical contact as possible, her footwork set well apart from the heavy rhythm of everybody else's. Her eyes seemed elusive, downcast... she never met any other gaze, and yet her perception reached all around her, seeking even the quietest confines of the normal mind. It touched light thoughts like ever-curious fingertips, brushing delicately and quietly only to leave no trace of its existence. And then with her passing her entire presence seemed to shrink away, as she took with her this observational shadow of hers and left little in her wake.

Still, this curious woman appeared to attract no gaze in her journey through the markets, a fair creature with a contrasting void of onyx locks and shadowed, empty eyes. It was a question in itself why no one cast her a questioning stare, or an interpretive glance in the hopes that perhaps they could discover her nature was not truly human. For despite her appearance, while beautiful at best, seemed genuinely lacking of a facet of humanity that gave those around her a natural warmth of being. It was not as though she attempted this, or as though it were a facade to dispell those who may be able to trace this strange characteristic to her. It was almost as though it were something she had brought with her from some far reaches of another galaxy. Or perhaps it was not another galaxy, but something comparably smaller... something in her subconscious that did not seek to find its way outward, but managed to nonetheless.

It was something of an odd reflection.

At any rate, if it weren't for a particular coincidence - for fate, to her, seemed as complex as religion to assume - she may have gone completely unbothered by those she had managed to pass that day. But someone, in touch with the fabric around them that went unseen by many, felt her in her moment of nearing, and found her of enough interest to seek out. There was a flicker of something in her own perceptions as those same fingers reached out toward this person's mind, and as she had not been looking for any familiar presence like her own, she momentarily withdrew them in surprise. Something crept along her skin, as though she knew she had given herself away somehow, but she was aware that he/she would have noticed her in some way or another. For a moment she had the inclination to move, to go anywhere - to withdraw quickly from this person's awareness and to retreat into that same world where she left herself to think, evasive and alone.

But what had she, to hide?

Unaware of her reason for twisting away from this unknown being, she stopped right where she was, feeling the gradual closing of the space between the two of them. She waited, quietly, her mind a mix of thoughts and emotion, until finally she felt them close enough to draw her eyes toward. She glanced a bit over her shoulder, lifting it somewhat as though to guard her lips after she breathed words she was not meant to speak, and they parted to give way to a cool, rather soft voice, its curiosity masked by apathy.

"Looking for me?" she inquired. It sounded rather conversational.

"Hmm."

Adhee regarded the man sidelong for a moment, her lips moving absently as though she were lightly chewing on something - words, perhaps.

Her eyes were alight with thought as she shifted to completely face him, and despite what apparent peace there may have been in her physical presence, her lack of speech was proof that she was choosing her words carefully. It was a while before she responded fully, as she seemed to seek something intricate in the way this man carried himself, yet her eyes were so veiled in their message that it was hard to tell if she saw anything at all. As she moved into clearer view, it could not be seen whether or not she wore a weapon, though as with all Force users it was probably safe to assume so. She made no movements toward one, though her eyes did travel to where the arrival kept his arms. She knew where one hand rested. But she felt he would not make any hostile movements unless she gave him full reason to do so.

Despite the noise about them, the silence between the two had deafened her for long enough. Her bright eyes lifted again, and rested on his own. For a moment they seemed about to relay something, a tentative thought she meant to share with him. And just as quickly, she seemed to realize what she was doing, and these eyes flitted away from him, and rested at his feet.

They remained there only long enough to dismiss any errant contemplation, and then shifted back to his face.

"Adhee," she murmured, searching his eyes now, as though for his own name or form of identification. She hesitated.

"I have been travelling," she continued gently. "There is no particular reason for my being here."

It was partly true.

"I don't recognize you," she continued, her voice distant, as though in thought. She knew they had never met, but she was looking for answers to questions she did not know, and therefore how could she ever ask them?

Adhee dipped her head to the man as he introduced himself, a simple gesture of formality and respect. It was a slow and meaningful movement, and yet it held more purpose than a simple acknowledgment; it hid her eyes from his own as she listened to the tone of his voice and the very pulse in the life force around him. In a moment's time she had reinforced a hesitance in her intake of the information given, a suspicion in the story he offered. Though despite the obvious lack in complete truth, she gained a new outlook on this Daska fellow. He was a smart man, to veil his words in swift but purposed falsity. The skill with which he did so spoke to her of a basic wisdom that many seemed to lack. And in this she held respect.

She stood up again, her eyes once more meeting his own. There was little way of telling whether he spoke half lies or twisted truths, or whether or not his name was the one he had been given by birth or by those who knew him well. She would not question it, for it was not her place to do so. All that mattered was that she had a way of connecting a face to a name, and it served her well enough.

"I suppose one could say I travel for a bit of both reasons," she responded, her eyes drifting subtly toward the skies. They reflected the color oddly, becoming a multitude of eerie colors that may have, for but a brief moment, masked the distance that was often drifting between those gateways, and her soul. As they faltered and fell from the skies, however, they were left shadowed by her lashes and cast back into a familiar, darkened glow.

"I suppose I have not gotten used to the way things change with time. I've had to grow accustomed to... everything, and for a time I needed a way to think... on my own. It was a settling thing, for a restless spirit, to go places where I knew no one, and found no place familiar. One accomplishes some measure of self-discovery in those precious moments of peace, and solitude...." As she cast her eyes through her lashes and for yet another time, settled them on the man before her, a corner of her lips quirked upward in a mild smile. It was a gesture she appeared a bit unfamiliar with at best.

"You are trying to find this misplaced thing of yours, here in Falltyl?" she inquired.

For now, a mild amusement remained dancing within this woman's eyes, as though she was willingly participating in this duel of words and was, perhaps, even enjoying it. It had been some time since she, as well, had come in contact with another Force user... but in truth, it had been a long while since she had even held a conversation as long as this one. For some time, she had been alone, in a world all her own. The opportunity for something different was strangely intriguing to her now.

"You sought me, and you asked me who I was and what I am doing here. As one who has expressed the initial interest, you have given me an interest all my own, Mister Tainer."

Naturally, it was not the whole of it, but it was enough to explain most of her questions. True, it was he who had come to her and she had initially wanted to shrink away from him, into solitude.... But the fact that they shared a connection with the force, and bore no ill will toward each other, - at least for the time being - was enough in itself to offer a curiosity as to why each would be standing where they were right now. What possibilities could be lurking amongst them, as the only two of their "kind" to be found, as they had been, in a place like Falltyl?

"You are probably wondering what I mean to you and your goals right now, as a person who understands the Force in ways like the other. And so am I. Questions are a natural thing in such an unpredictable position, are they not?"

[SIZE=1]OoC:[/SIZE] o_o Sorry.

Adhee dipped her head and smiled lightly in response to the man's request, a gesture she may have used too frequently within their short time of knowing one another. She glanced in the direction the man gestured towards and then gently nodded her head, locks of errant hair once more dancing in front of her eyes. She turned towards the cantina and then looked to him once more, unwilling to step out in front of him but willing to walk at his side as an equal of sorts.

"I wouldn't mind at all," she said, a little breath of encouragement. Indeed he already knew she was acceptant of the idea, but she was growing a little more accustomed to the social aspect of actually speaking. It was a little refreshing, to tell the truth.

"It isn't necessary for you to pay," she added quietly. "But if you are willing, then I won't complain."