by Jun-Tsu Farro on Tue Jun 11, 2019 12:51 am
In all ways there was an aura of decorum, of practiced social ritual. The Farro did not know of the sort of treatment the Sith Lord had received in the past, but there were proper ways one hosted one of Shaisha's standing. House Farro was known for their primitive rites and primal rituals, however, when amidst people, and forced to put on the mask of civility, it was best to lean on custom. It made the best disguise.
Jun-Tsu lead the way past the sizeable foyer, and to a meditation chamber. What had once been one of the temples pillared halls, called a mandapa, now served a new purpose. The heavy colonnade held the high ornate ceiling, etched with thousands of arcane and mystical symbols dating back to when the Sith were little more than primitives, themselves. Though it was obviously an affectation, given the restored nature of the temple estate.
Amids the massive columns, was a small sitting area, a circle of meditative mats set around a single lightly glowing orb. One by one Jun-Tsu and her sisters took a place in the circle, and once their guest had joined them, they sat in practiced unison.
"It was an unforeseeable tragedy that we were not able to meet more during out time at the Academy, those years ago."
Force Sensitive | Human | Dark Side | Witch-Queen of Korriz | Empress Dowager | Reverand Mother
"Come mein children. Let me teach you zhe vayz of zhe Dark Zide."