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Chapter Twenty Seven

The veranda overlooked a more pristine section of Coronet City. The Lusankya dwelling was built on a slight rise, giving it dominance over all the other estates built around it. Originally the mansion had been the property of the ancient Corellian royalty. But insurrection had left the bloodline without a means to keep up their numerous properties and the estate had been sold to the Lusankya family ages ago.

Lady Barevi Lusankya stood on the veranda surveying the land around her. The brisk morning air had given her cause enough to drape a delicate robe around her shoulders. Her cold green eyes searched over the road that lead up to the great black durasteel gates of the home that she had lived in most of her life. A dangerous smile crept over her lips when she saw what she had been looking for.

“My dear brother has returned,” she murmured quietly. Then turning toward the doors that lead out onto the veranda she called, “Merlot, come let Lord Corevi in. He has decided to grace us with his presence at this early hour.”

The nervous looking servant appeared at the door and bowed. “Yes my Lady. And shall I give the order to have breakfast prepared for my Masters?”

“A light one. We will be preparing for a trip today and I do not wish to over indulge myself.” She turned back to watch her brother stumble down the street. “Oh, and prepare a pot of caf for Lord Corevi, it looks as if he may have much use of it.” The dangerous smile returned and Merlot backed away in a hurry to carry out his orders.

Barevi turned and went inside, depositing her robe on a nearby divan, and closing the doors that lead out to the veranda. As she passed by a mirror she paused to make sure her thick black hair was still in place. She patted a few stray hairs back into place among the complicated series of braids that were held up by a single comb. Her gaze lingered on her face and she began to notice the tiny wrinkles that were forming around her mouth. Frowning more than usual she leaned in closer to the mirror to examine them. There were indeed several wrinkles.

“This is the second time in three months,” she said to herself. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and found her center. Reaching out with her feelings she could feel the slightly muddled mind of her brother as Merlot let him in. She could sense a strange mixture of fear, anger and disgust radiating off of Merlot. The man was a source of unlimited emotions that helped fuel Barevi’s powers. She tapped into his feelings and let the energy flow into her, she willed her skin to tighten and become younger. Opening her eyes she patted her skin with her hand and examined her reflection, “Barevi, you are beautiful.” She smiled and silently thanked her deceased mother for teaching her such a valuable skill.

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Corevi stuck his arms through the black metal of the gate and hung there limply. Someone would be sent to let him in eventually. He closed his eyes against the rising sun, trying to will his pounding headache away. His legs began to give way and he sunk down onto the chilly pavement. Gods he was tired. A loud clang made him wince and open his eyes. Merlot stood there looking down at his Master.

“Eventful evening in town, Sir?”

The young man nodded and held up a hand as an indication that he expected to be helped up. With a glance toward the veranda, Merlot saw that Barevi no longer stood there. Instead of helping up Corevi he took a step back. When his Master was suffering this much from a hangover, it was the only time Merlot could express his disgust at his employer without any expectation of punishment. It was one of the few pleasures the man received in his otherwise pathetic life.

Scowling, Corevi used the gate to help himself up and he staggered over to his servant’s side. “Help me up to the house.”

Reluctantly Merlot slung Corevi’s arm over his shoulders and led him up the long drive. “Lord Corevi, you might consider making a trip to the ‘fresher. You know how your sister feels about seeing you in such a state of disrepair.”

“I know how she feels about a great many things, but that doesn’t mean I respect those opinions. As far as I am concerned she can take ‘em and—“

Barevi opened the great front doors of the house. “I can do what with them, brother?”

Corevi blanched and tried to stand straight without any aid from Merlot. “Just a story from the cantina, sister. Very harmless.”

Her eyes narrowed at him for a moment before she backed away from the door allowing the two to enter the front hall. “It is quite obvious that you enjoyed a bit of frivolity on Treasure Ship Row last night.” She spoke slightly louder than needed.

Flinching from the noise and the added aggravation to his head, Corevi sank into a chair that was up against the richly decorated wall of the front hall. “At the moment all I wish to do is have a bit of sleep. Even you cannot deny that of me, sister.”

She started to walk down the hall toward the dinning room. “I most certainly can, Corevi, and am doing so. You will clean yourself up and be down in the dining room in twenty minutes. There we will discuss the upcoming trip.”

Corevi looked pained. “Trip?”

Creator: Jedi Girl of Corellia (Sarah)

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