Savria was moving through the marketplace, almost unerringly. The force sight allowed her to move unhindered but without color. She had a few supplies she needed to find, foodstuffs and other items. She was not aware of being observed.

Lord Travanix reached up fixing his hair as much as he could without taking another shower. ?I am must happy with the outcome.? He looked out of the corner of his eyes, something was coming...someone...

"Of course. You take pleasure in torturing others to get your way" Amber was still smirking

Savria knew Culpos would worry with her out and about, but she was used to doing much for herself.

Travanix looked a bit. Then back to the girl. He pulled out a black ribbon but pulled out a leather pouch. ?Do not directly touch this ribbon, but take it to the foodstuffs merchant. Instruct him that he now needs to pay back what he owes me and make sure this gets into,? He points to Savria, ?her order. Go now, no questions.?

Amber nodded, pulling a pair of gloves from a pocket and pulling them on before taking the ribbon. Then, she moved to the requested merchant, relaying Travanix's words in a quiet voice. "You. Lord Travanix wants you to repay your debts. You see that woman? Make sure she gets this" After doing that, she grabbed an apple, tossed him a coin, and moved back to Travanix.

Savria stopped at one of the clothing vendors. She could see the cut and the style, but sighed softly. The lack of colors made things difficult.

While Amber was gone, Travanix stepped back to keep himself from being "seen" by the girl. Going so far to close his eyes, releasing his instinctual control over the darkness in the air, allowing it to return to its normalcy. Noticing Travanix was stepping back, possible to not be seen, Amber adjusted her course just slightly, heading back to the teashops door.

There was a brief... disturbance and Savria stopped for a moment. She was alert and yet found nothing. Perhaps it was someone playing with things they shouldn't be. Wouldn't surprise her.

His were eyes still closed. It was so much easier to turn it on, keep it on and allow it to announce him wherever he went. Now to turn it off was the work while letting it hang in the air was so much more easier.

Turning around, Amber leaned back against a window, taking a bite of the apple.

Sensing nothing out of the ordinary, Savria?s path moved towards the food vendor. She had left her list with the owner and made her way back to pay for it. There was a smile as she greeted the owner. Savria looked through her order, making sure everything was in place. She looked up at the shopkeeper, sensing the fear just as her fingers brushed against the ribbon he had secreted in the box. "Is something wrong?"

Travanix smiled darkly, still eyes closed and concentrating. Amber smirked, smelling the fear herself. Travanix wasn't the only one taking enjoyment in these things. The merchant, frantic because of what had been delivered quickly responded, ?No, not at all. Been a very busy day.? Though she could not see it, his eyes moved straight to the dark form settling himself in the corner.

By then, contact had been made fully with the ribbon. Savria though did nod slightly and smiled reassuringly. "I can well understand those." The glance had been noted as she could still see the eye movements just not his iris color. She made no sudden moves as she paid for the goods. She turned to the shadow though, seemingly as she turned to leave.

The merchant smiled his best smile and then got away from the front trying to hold back his sobs. Amber?s eyes flicked to Travanix, with a questioning look.

Meanwhile, in a private apartment on Mt. Yasou. With a light nudge of her force TK, Savria opened the door to her quarters. She started unpacking the foodstuffs as she tried to use the Meditation techniques to calm her mind.

It isn't long before Culpos comes in to their shared place, dressed in not much besides a pair of light pants, sweat gleaming on his body and his breathing indicating he's been exercising. So attuned is he to her moods that he comes to a halt, the brown eyes locking on her face. "What is it?"

She had a small box with a black ribbon in her hand "(vq) Must've put this in by mistake." She turned as Culpos entered, seeming to relax visibly. "I don't know. Been feeling... off since I went into Rhy'din City."

He sighs, walking over to her, and slipping an arm around her waist. "You should have waited - I could have gone with you. Or for you."

She leaned back against him and tilted her head up to regard him, "Oh, you know I get stubborn and like to get out a little."

He sighs, shaking his head with a slight smile. "It's a good thing you're not as helpless as you look." The dark eyes turn towards the box with its black ribbon. "What's that you have?"

She shrugged a bit, "Looks like Davron threw in some sweets." She couldn't tell what color the ribbon was though.

He wrinkles his nose slightly."Hmm...you can have those...I'm not much of one for sweets. Nice of him, though."

She laughed softly at that, "The way you sound, it's as if they would go right to your waist line." She teased lightly.

He snorts softly, chuckling and rolling his eyes, nudging her lightly with his shoulder and bending down to touch his lips to her temple. "Because I wouldn't want to lose this girlish figure." Chuckling softly, he lets go of her waist and moves for the bathroom to take a shower.

She laughed softly, "Nothing girlish about it, love." She tilted her head at the ribbon a moment. She needed to replace one of the ribbons in her formal robes. She looked thoughtful.

(The Preceding was based on live RP with LordTravanix, AmberShadow and Dark Sanity.)

The night prior had been an ordeal. She had nestled into the crook of Culpos' arm as was their habit since taking those steps. She truly believed he could be redeemed. Last night, though, her dreams had been plagued by nightmares. Visions of destruction and death. She couldn't make out the faces, though the feel was familiar.

Culpos had left on an errand early the next morning, leaving her to sleep in. She couldn't rest long, however. She was soon up out of habit and moving to tidy up their quarters. She was still troubled by the visions and more than once walked into a low table or chair. To say she was getting frustrated with herself was an understatement. She didn't realize her temper was already frayed.

Then came the knocking at that door. She wasn't expecting anyone, so when she looked to the door and saw Master Bejsa, she was off-guard. She was also a little more than fearful. She moved to open the door to admit the woman that trained her.

Savria appeared to meet her Master's gaze. She heard the words and yet she could help the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Savria, my student. I was...worried when you didn't return to us...we all were."

She truly wished she could believe that. It seemed as though they sent her on a fool's errand at first. Then she met the Dark Jedi. She fell once already for him and still maintained her grasp on the light. And yet, there was that fear. She was afraid of losing him.

"Master, I am fine."

There was a tight smile at the seemingly casual inspection of her home. Their home... Bejsa had been her master, but damnit she was no longer a student. The woman still knew how to make her feel young and small.

The frustration ignited into rage...

"I have to ask, Savria...did you...find him?"

Her voice was a bit tight as she answered, not willing to lie. Oddly enough, she felt lying was disrespectful to Culpos and what they shared.

"I think you know the answer to that, Master." There was the thinly veiled anger behind the seeming respect.

There was a moments doubt that flitted across her conscience. She did not pull away from her Master's touch... Yet.

"Savria...there is no reason to be angry, or afraid. But he must...must be brought back to the Council for what he's done, for what happened...so that we can help him, and so that he can be judged."

"Master, is there no other way? He is not evil, can he not redeem himself?" She shook her head in denial, that doubt... "I love him. Judgment, no. Judgment is not helping him."

The insidious voice in her head whispered. ~They are going to take him away from you.~

She pulled away from her master, "No. I won't let you take him." The anger rose again. Unbeknown-st to all, the black ribbon was secreted in the pocket of her pants.

She turned her head to face her master. She had not had time to don the coverings for her eyes. Those sightless sockets seemed to darken just a bit.

"Savria, you cannot fight this. He must come with me, now...and I think you should too." The voice softens slightly on the last notes. "I...fear he may have corrupted you."

Those words were a betrayal to her. Her Master saw her love as a corruption? The rage grew and was almost uncontrollable. Then surprise raced though her when she heard that growl, so welcome that it was.

"And just what in the name of the Force is going on here?"

Her heart nearly stopped as she watched her master ignite her weapon first. The seeds of betrayal had been planted in the heart of the jedi. She could only trust in her love and now he was in danger.

"Jorre Olatl, you are called to the Council to face judgment for the crimes you committed on Dantooine, for your use of the Dark Side and your failure to answer our summons."

The only warning for Bejsa was the snap-hiss of another lightsaber igniting behind her. There was no warning as the blue blade was driven through her heart. The master instantly joined with the force, leaving only her robes...

And a very shaken knight, sinking to her knees in horror...

What has she done?

She is pale and very much shaken by what just happened. She cannot cry even though Bejsa was the only family she truly knew.

All the while, in the back of her head, a voice was calling to her. It was like a siren's song... Seductive, powerful.

"What...what did you do...?"

To hear that grief in his voice. It tore her apart further. The voice whispered at her. Eating at her. There was no going back.

Her head tilted up to Culpos. The grief, the guilt and oddly a sense of joy... of power...

"Savria...why...?"

Her voice was oddly steady, "I... couldn't let her take you, Culpos. The Council would never see you for who you are, only for what you did." She still didn't know what had happened. The part of her that loved him based her actions on the man he is.

Her feelings were in turmoil. On one hand, a small part of her is horrified, repulsed by what she did. On the other hand, a larger part of her is reveling in the death and the power released.

She tilted her head up, still on her knees as she looked up at the man she knew as Culpos. No one had told her who he was or what he had truly done. There had been whispers about what happened at Dantooine.

"You...you should not have done this, Savria. You may be right in your thinking...but this...this is not the way you were taught...I would not have you become as I have been."

She was at a loss herself. She may not see the fear and guilt, but she could certainly feel it. If she could cry right now, she would. Instead she is afraid... So very afraid of losing him.

Inside her head, that insidious like voice was calling her, pulling at her. It wanted her to run. Crooned that she had a place where she would be understood... Welcomed.

She clutched at her head with a soft moan. The turmoil, the chaos driving her further and further into the darkness.

In that next moment, the one thing she fears the most is coming true. She killed her master, the woman that practically raised her, to protect him and he is walking away. There was a scream of agony...

... Rage as the Force wells up within her and rolls out in a wave of destruction. The room around her is ripped to shreds as the man she loved simply walked away.

That insidious voice purred within her. See, even he doesn't understand. He didn't even stop to help you... to comfort you.

The whirlwind around the kneeling, weeping Jedi was incredible. The home they had built was reduced to rubble in mere moments with the rage. The only thing left standing was the robes of her people. The ceremonial gown she had been building, crafting. At first it had been white...

She had hoped...

Perhaps...

Not now. That hope had walked away from her.

Now it was dark, nearly black with gold. She was trembling with the rage as she unknowingly took the black ribbon from her pocket, where it had lay. Deft fingers slipped the ribbon through the fastenings within the bodice.

All the while the voice crooned and called to her. The song was seductive. Her feet were on the path as she dressed. She was without the very person she gave her soul for...

The woman walked out of the wreckage of the house. Her heart was bleeding and raw and yet her path was clear as she stepped through the portal...

She was moving for the Chainned Inn.