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Tahiri Veila (brokenjeedai) wrote in wariscoming,

Tattoos. The Riina part of her mind accepted this as a blessed thing, tattoos were one way of showing favour to the gods. She'd do it no problems however it worked. "I'll get the tattoo. Thats no problem". She looked forward to it actually. Pain could cleanse.

A girl. Another Force User? "A Jedi?" she asked, "Or something else. I'll be careful don't worry. I don't go into things unprepared. Thats an easy way to die. I'll take heed of those who know better but I'll be asking questions. I don't follow blindly. I can't"

She didn't elaborate. There was no point. Buffy didn't need to know the whole story just yet, that would come in time. For now she walked alongside her still facinated by having Anakins lightsaber back in her hands. It felt...right. Felt good.

Oh how she missed him. Just now, here in this strange place. Her life might have been so different if he'd surrvived Myrkr. Tahiri Solo.

Still no sense dwelling. There would be no way to change things. She'd believed there was and Jacen...He had used her.

"Is there much further to go"