Devia picks up the datapad, tapping a few keys and starting it recording her voice...
"Where do I start? So much has happened, so fast, so violent.. uprooting everything that my life had been anchored in.. so very few things were left, but I had managed to maintain some semblance of balance, I was back under control. My life revolved around my furry children, the use of my Pike, and getting my armor manufacturing business off the ground. It seems that Akilo and I finally had something that both of us could work on together."
A warm smile spreads across her face, her features lit only by the flickering firelight.
"I'll never forget the look on Akilo's face when she realized that I did have some skill at crafting Armor." Devia chuckles warmly, "We worked very well together, her knowledge with manufacturing, engineering, and good business sense, my growing aptitude with making some rather fine armor and the ability to gather certain organic resources for both of us... we were definately making a rather decent little niche for ourselves in the Galactic Economy."
"We were opposites working for the same goal. I read a book once about how people could be classified into personality types like water, earth, wood.. all existing in nature. I think I would definately be classified as Water. Flowing, sometime raging, strong over time... if kept contained too long and under too much pressure, Water will also find an alternate path to get to where it needs to go... sometimes in a distructive manner." She smiles fondly as she goes on, "Akilo... well, I would classify her as Earth. Solid, stoic, dependable... grounded and centered. She's been rather quiet lately, I think the fact that Zagora has been missing for so long has her concerned, but she'd never let on about it."
Devia lets a small frown cross her features... "I have always liked Zagora. I was very happy to hear that he had finally told Akilo how he really felt about her. He and I fought together on many occasions, I have trusted him with my life, and so I trusted him with keeping her happy, safe, and sound. *Sigh* I really hope he's okay."
The sound of a Scotch decanter opening up, and the clink of the bottle on the edge of the glass as a healthy amount falls into the glass.
"She told me that even if she never saw Zagora again, that she could live forever on the few moments that they did have together. In a way... I'm jealous of her. I feel like I am poison... and all who touch me can't wait to get away. I couldn't keep Taa'lon happy, and Syclya decided that there were greener pastures than the small field that I could provide... then there was Noel.. neither of us were really ready for what we tried to do.. both so wounded... With Taa'lon and Syclya... I let them choose their own path, because the only thing I ever wanted was their happiness, and quite obviously I was not the one to provide it to them... I don't think that Love is something that will find me again... and perhaps that is for the best."
Finishing her glass in one long pull, she stands up and walks over to her closet. Pulling on her White and Gold dancing outfit, she starts to make her way to the door, and to the stage at the Reilig Steppes Jam..
"I always could dance rather well... I hope I do well tonight... I wonder who will be there.."
The door closes with a soft click behind her as she walks out into the night.
A start with the recent past...
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
posted by Devia at 8:25 PM
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