Zavah in Meditation
“I gave you the name of my father’s mother” Mahret said without looking up from her desk, she set the datapad down as Zavah walked into the office “she was the strongest woman I’ve ever known.” Without making eye contact Mahret picked up another datapad and continued “I assumed you would want to know that. I told you her story once, on Korriban, when you were a child…well, younger anyway” she corrected herself. Zavah bristled at the perceived insult, and glared at her mother who had finally looked up and met her gaze. She swore she could feel Mahret’s mind pressing hers, probing, testing her mental strength, her dark power boring holes into Zavah’s skull.