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Cyrionessa
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"Of course." The Sith had already gathered that they were heading the wrong direction. The creek was flowing from most likely the small river that disappeared into the mountain near the academy. They needed to be going against the flow of the river, not with it. Her nimble steps took her across the stones quickly but quietly, her hips swaying with each step. It was unconsciously that they did this but the swing actually helped her find better balance oddly enough. She stayed next to the water, following its flow's source till at last she saw an opening ahead with light. As she approached it, the blistering sand swept through, stinging her skin quite a bit. ".....I am not going back inside that academy dressed in my current attire." Darth Mirana sat down beside the entrance, out of the wind.