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𓍼ᵀʷᵉⁿᵗʸ⁻ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵉᵃʳˡⁱᵉʳꜣ ⭑ࣶࣸ
𝟶𝟶𝟶. Eleven year old Qimir navigated his way through the imposing manor of the large Yinqen residence, finally granting himself the rare chance to pay a visit to the revered Sith Lady Keishara Yinqen, a dear friend of his master, Sith Lord Darth Plagueis.
Every step he took through the grand halls filled him with awe and curiosity about the storied past that had unfolded within these very walls. To his surprise, everything within the Yinqen residence was still flawlessly preserved in the same spots where he had last observed them. It was as if time had stood still within the walls of this ancient dwelling.
As he finally reached the expansive living room of the Yinqen residence, Qimir's gaze was instantly drawn to the figure of the renowned Sith Lady Keishara Yinqen. Her back was faced towards him, as the melodious notes of her crooning filled the living room, a hauntingly beautiful lullaby.
He noticed her slender arms were moving in a complex dance against her stomach that seemed to defy logic. He pondered why she was massaging her stomach, or why she was swaying peacefully in her large living room.
Sensing a familiar presence, Sith
Lady Keishara Yinqen subtly spun around, her piercing eyes meeting Qimir's gaze in a brief, enigmatic smile. Keishara's slender frame was enveloped by a delicate, see-through veil that revealed glimpses of the beauty beneath.
However, Qimir failed to grasp the full meaning behind her confusing and elusive movements.
“Kaneis? My goodness, you've grown.” Keishara exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with pride as she took in the sight of the now-taller child standing before her. With a cheerful smile, she called out her affectionate nickname for the young boy, which means 'nobody' since he has no name.
“You've gotten old.” Qimir retorted with a sassy remark, in response to her cheerful greeting. The woman chuckled heartily, recognizing the boy's clever wit and playful humor.
“Oh, you little rascal.” she chuckled with a smirk, clearly enjoying their lighthearted banter. Her voice was filled with joy at the sight of Qimir's growth and development since their last meeting.
