A Prince of Dathomir (Darth Maul x OC)

Return - Part 2

"Won't catch me, brother!" Savage had shouted, racing ahead. Maul was the fastest of the three boys, being the oldest, but Zaiya had been quicker than them all. She dashed forward toward the thicket, but stopped when she heard a cry. She turned and Maul shot past her. Savage wasn't far behind, but waddling frustratedly with his chubby little arms out, looking like he was about to cry, was Feral. His big eyes were so sad that he might be left behind. Zaiya waited. As Feral reached her he clasped her leg tightly and she gasped. He looked up to see her hands on either side of her face, a wide smile on her lips.

"You got me!" She grinned excitedly and dropped down to pick him up. He squealed with laughter and clapped his hands. "Come on, Feral, we won't leave you." She assured, and held him to her side as she hurried to catch up to the other two. The swampy landscape was hard to get through, especially with a toddler on her hip, but she managed to make it through to the secret spot she had shown Maul the day before. It had a flat piece of stone jutting up from the marshes. It was dry and slightly raised like some kind of natural stage. Maul and Savage had been standing there with concerned expressions.

"Where did you go?" The red zabrak had asked, worriedly. He stepped over and grasped her sleeve in his little hand.

"I couldn't leave Feral! He was so sad we were leaving him behind!" She explained with a smile, and passed over the baby to his big brother. Maul held the child easily enough he had done so many times now.

"But he might tell." Maul bit his lip, shuffling closer to her.

"He's a baby, he can't speak yet, it will be okay." She grinned, excited to show them.

"What is it?" Savage had asked, as he waddled over and tugged on her shirt. Zaiya knelt down to look at him and ran a hand over the short nub-like horns sticking out from his head. He smiled and let out a small trill-like sound, not quite a purr yet.

"I learned a new dance!" She grinned. Savage looked confused.

"...So...?" She asked, seeming to not know why it was secret.

"It's part of a ritual dance to summon magick." Zaiya had explained. His big blue-grey eyes had become wide in his small yellow face at that. He had seemed a little afraid but also excited. He was going to see Nightsister Magick, of course he was excited! "Okay, so, sit over here..." She gestured to a small stone that stuck out from the ground that could be used like a seat for the three. Maul's eyes were trained on her, he hadn't looked away even when he sat down.

Once they were settled, she took a deep breath in order to ground herself. Feel the stone under her feet. Know where to step, know where to move. Feel the power. Feel the air. Her eyes opened. She spun to music only she had been able to hear, even then she had always been destined to be Siren it seemed. She turned, twirled and stepped to a beat she had listened to over and over, each step had to be perfect. Her hands moved in a fluttering fashion, still jerkier than the older sisters, Zaiya had yet to master her body's movements and functions. The green smoke had ignited in her hands as she spun, as elegantly as a child could move and slid along the rock as though there were an opponent there. She spun again, extending her hands out and rolled, the magick flaring as she turned back. With another sharp turn the little Nightsister kicked off the ground into a short flip. She remembered hearing the boys gasp, and as she landed, her hands extended in front of her, facing near where they sat.

There was silence. Zaiya had been confused. Had she done it wrong? Were they bored? She had looked over to find three pairs of eyes staring at her widely. Three mouths slack in awe. Colour flushed across her cheeks.

"Wha-what?" She'd stammered out, suddenly nervous. Feral made the first sound, squealing with delight and clapping, clamouring to get out of his brother's arms and over to her.