Magic Carpet Ride

The little crew quarter individualized rooms were a nice little place for solace for the tiny Miraluka girl. Within the ship, she had stripped herself of her cultural decorative attire. Merely tan hued clothe wraps wrapped repeatedly over her chest for a couple layers, a simple black clothe wrap blindfold, and a tied black sarong hanging off her hips. She sat in the middle of the small crew quarters on the floor with unique Mythics incense sticks burning as she meditated.

Taking in and letting out deep relaxing breaths, but also taking in the streaming bits of smoke into her lungs. The hallucinogenic properties of the incense begun to wash over within Magdalena's mind taking her a far different level of equanimity she would normally form normal means within meditation. The Mythos meant little to her outside of merely being the Force as the Mythics understood it, but since her abandonment of the Jedi Order and joining the Mythics while reconnecting more deeply with her own heritage -- her view of the Force continued to alternate.

As she continued to fall into a far deeper meditative state, she felt the tinge of darkness within her from Ambria still lingering if only a little. It was a small thread to which she continued to pull on as she incited what her people call, Bogan. As Bogan, exists within all life, the malice, hate, fear, anger, anguish -- she continued pulling on Bogan's thread. The effects of Etherium she could feel tingling throughout her body, for her petite frame, it did not take long to take effect on her.

Follwoing Bogan's thread to its source within her, numerous visions flashed within her mind. Dark cloaked figures attacking another dark figure in dark green, lightsabers drawn on each side, they clashed and violence ensued. Images of death, hate, and expressed rage through power all clashed within her mind, Bogan was telling her something. She could feel it, Bogan was speaking but she did not understand the dark whispers in the air. She lacked the perception -- the ability to gaze much deeper than she can. By the visions end, Bogan that lay within her appeared to her as her master, her mother -- they are one in the same as she understood them and saw them. The girl loved them.

The young Miraluka's mind faded away into nothingness and darkness, and when her mind had returned from dark oblivion, what felt like a mere passing second had been several hours past. She looked to the incense sticks she had been burning before her and saw they were just a centimeter from their end. Beside the burning incense sticks she has a small pouch, reaching into the little pouch she pulled out a small capsule of Etherium, one among several she kept in the little pouch. After cracking open the little capsule, she quickly inhaled the substance through her narrow bridged little nose. With a little shake of her head she wearily rose to a stand, quite heavily intoxicated by the effects of Etherium.

At last stepping out of small crew quarters room she has been residing in aboard Lyssah's ship, Magdalena wandered out. Her manner had changed a bit from her usual, inebriated as she is. Rather than the melancholy, reserved silence she normal shows, she appeared a bit little different, no so much more energetic or lively, but more easy-to-read and open would be more accurate to say by even simple sight of her demeanor and disposition.

The little thing simply wandered about the ship in curiosity, it was almost as if she had never seen it before despite having traveled to at least to and from Ambria. A little fidgety she checked the knot of her sarong to make she it still remained snuggly hanging off of her hips. Though, but this point where she was within the ship was just at the point where Lyssah was entering. With a tiny little almost inaudible gasp, her head quickly turned to Jedi Master. But those luminous, shining shades of Ashla that composed Lyssah, Magdalena took on a very girlish if not somewhat cute and animated smile; quite on unlike the more serious and shy disposition she typically has.

"Master Rhissai!", she sprightly greeted as she abruptly wrapped her arms around the raven haired woman for hug. The petite Miraluka girl's height was only such that her arms were for the most part around Lyssah's mid-section, and her face buried in the former Council woman's chest as the little Miraluka even somewhat nestled her head there as if resting her head on a pillow... or pillows in this case. With a little... almost impish snicker, Magdalena uttered with a little bit of a spirited tone in her kindly and... affectionate... greeting, "Thank you for letting me travel with you... I never did thank you for that... so I'm doing so now. Not... not many... well... no one... ever has in the past. And you've proven to be... a friend. Ashla always shine bright in you."