Robes swept through the small halls as Thia smirked to herself. Servants bowed as the Sith strode past them, reaching a hand out to pluck another stem of grapes from one offered tray as she padded, barefoot, across the carpet of her small house. She had grown used to the piercings and eyes half-closed for a fraction of a second and her lips curled. And her current company seemed to enjoy one of them.
More bows as she headed to her meditation chambers which were decked in the same manner of the rest of the house, silk-wrapped columns and cushions, low flat surfaces invitingly spaced for reclining. Opulence. The style suited her, large artificial windows putting fake beams of sun in when she hit a switch.
She didn't think the little imp would interrupt her at the moment so she stretched out on one large flat cushion, a soft crink of chain links as she shifted. Her mood was vastly improved from the stomping she'd been in a week ago - sure she'd had a Jedi to play with then, and oh that had been enjoyable, but it'd reinforced that she didn't have a toy pet project of her own.
Thia still didn't have a pet project but she did have a new toy. She flexed her hands, idly using one talon-shaped nail to fleck out the dried blood under her fingertips; she also had a holocron thanks to the methodical slaughter of the enclave. The chance meeting with Venrirr on the battlefield had been a nice break from hunting and twisting things to her needs, a chance to just sink into battle. It'd been better because of the challenge - and she'd admit she had won one challenge but lost the second. She was all right with the loss even, though it spurned her to want to conquer and defeat him again; it meant she had someone who she could match and beat, trading wins and losses based on skill and battle.
And that he was Firrerreo was an added bonus. No need to worry about hurting him.
Of course she'd then arranged for the little excursion and exchange with the Jedi. Venrirr had provided the prisoner to exchange, and then had himself fun with their premiere knight-champion. She'd just engaged in the slaughter of the inhabitants.
They both got what they wanted. The holocron had been cleaned from dirt and blood, Thia lifting it as she studied the engravings. If, and it was a large if, her research was correct then this holocron detailed the teachings of one of the Jedi's more eccentric battlemasters and their saber teachings. Nothing monumentally powerful, but the refined technique - if new - would be useful in her repitoire. Even if it wasn't new the addition of knowledge would be, in and of itself, useful.
Depriving the Jedi of it would be more useful.
Hands cupped the small object, Force shifting around her before she began to speak with the gatekeeper. Like most Jedi holocrons its lock was their hampering code, the sith rolling her eyes but speaking the correct phrases. And then she settled in for its commune, legs crossing and folding up with her eyes focused on the object in her hands. When she came out of the discussions with the holocron she had a smile on her face, mind already whirling with applications.
Why maybe she could turn this to her advantage. She set herself on fire... it was a wonderful tactic to strike fear into her enemies and that fear fed her and any sith like a fine wine. How much MORE fun would it be to set their skin on fire? Why it'd be positively fun then.
The trip had been worthwhile~
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