It's familiar, and sickening to her. Like the smell of a corpse. She closed her book with a thud, face set. And moved herself into the shadows.
It was a new ability, that she had discovered while she was here - a chameleon-like ability to hide, to blend. She could move between contiguous shadows, unseen. Of course, such a thing came with fear - of being trapped in one, hunted down. But that was not enough to keep her from using it. Power was, after all, there to be used.
"You," she said, bouncing her voice from here to there with the Force - an elementary trick, frankly, but effective. "The great Jedi Master Skywalker. Or the one that might be, or will be. As if it matters."
She's not aware of that pact. Nobody has brought it up. And even if they did, she wouldn't care at all. He's the second most hated person in her world, an enemy and an obstacle.
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It was a new ability, that she had discovered while she was here - a chameleon-like ability to hide, to blend. She could move between contiguous shadows, unseen. Of course, such a thing came with fear - of being trapped in one, hunted down. But that was not enough to keep her from using it. Power was, after all, there to be used.
"You," she said, bouncing her voice from here to there with the Force - an elementary trick, frankly, but effective. "The great Jedi Master Skywalker. Or the one that might be, or will be. As if it matters."
She's not aware of that pact. Nobody has brought it up. And even if they did, she wouldn't care at all. He's the second most hated person in her world, an enemy and an obstacle.