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Kreia is outside by the lake, sitting cross-legged and sipping tea. The world is so lush when viewed through the Force -- something she both hates and rejoices that she can do. The irony of her situation is not lost on her: one who is dead, and has aimed to cause the death of the Force, finding new life in that same Force at the end of every possible universe.
She is, quiet frankly, unsure whether or not to count it as a blessing. Thus, she meditates. Though she would not be averse to company... or even a student.
- the characters within: Kreia, Valeria von Doom -
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She is, quiet frankly, unsure whether or not to count it as a blessing. Thus, she meditates. Though she would not be averse to company... or even a student.
- the characters within: Kreia, Valeria von Doom -
open!