Aizha is sitting on the side of the bed, her armor completely soaked by the rain rests on the floor trailing from the door. HoloRecorder in hand, she speaks calmly.
“I spoke with one of her followers today, one of the black fashion squad twins.” Sighs. “I was expecting some hostility, or at least some heavy staring… Turns out, she was actually pretty sweet…”
Beep… “Add note: She might have been lying, thread lightly.”
Beep… “Regardless, she seems particularly fond of gardens and would like to start one in the colony for all to enjoy, can’t argue with that.” She takes a moment to think.
“I asked her about Shade, asked her why she was following her around and told her to be careful…” Sighs.
“She got defensive, saying that Shade did nothing but help them and offered training, asking me what was wrong about that… She is right; there is nothing wrong with it, if anything, the twins are as lost and confused as I am… Mart keep telling me to stay clear of Shade and her -darkness-, I trust him of course, but what if he is wrong? He is no Jedi after all… What if she could–… No, never mind, Mart has been nothing but kind to me.”
Beep… “Delete last sentence and stop recording.”
Aizha places the recorder on the nearby table and curls up under the sheet, hands covering her ears trying in vain to silence the whispers.
