OOC Note
Music OOC
This is a master-apprentice thread for @Manufactorium and I. We're gearing this as an introduction thread and whatsuch, but if you can think of a cool reason to join then by all means, ask!
Music OOC
‘A Dance of Krayts’
By Pilemon Az’gar
‘A Tale of Two Souls’
By Vara Hildon
‘The Canyon of Dirahn: A Survey’
By T. Mannnaloe
‘On the Question of Potentium’
By Zzin Qoris
Vayla took a deep breath, held it, and sighed. She felt indecision escape between her lips to blow against the books before her. Fiction or nonfiction. Fiction or nonfiction. It was a great debate. She had spent hours upon hours in the library of Ajan Kloss, day after day, and as much as any other Jedi who took to poring through the wealth of knowledge and understanding. Just as often it was of entertainment and amusement. History, science, philosophy—the library had much and more, and was expanding. Rey Skywalker had planted the seed all those years ago and it had grown. If she could see it now, if she isn’t watching already, she would surely be smiling. Vayla was.
In the end, she selected what eyes had seen first: Pilemon Az’gar’s ‘A Dance of Krayts’. It was a story about two rival dragons, or so they were dubbed, as they were closer to warriors—practitioners of the Force, no less. It was a somewhat hesitating choice on her part; there was some concern that she would end up reading about the kind of lightsaber combat that might come off more as a lightshow than anything else. With combatants who are written more as gymnasts than warriors. Still, it had to be worth its trouble, given that the library saw it fit to store it. Either way, Vayla doubted that she would have much time to dive into the book, given that her appointment would be arriving any moment now.
It was midmorning, and she had spent a couple of hours already in the library reading at leisure. Part of her time was spent on idle recreation, and another part saw her engrossed in personal study. Her goal was to prepare her mind for the object of the day. And many more days to come. Months. Years. Vayla had been a knight for a handful of years now, but she had never been a master. Today she would be receiving her first apprentice. Between master and apprentice, then, it would be a first for both.
Taking a seat at an empty table, she set her datapad down beside a pot of tea and two cups. The tea was freshly brewed though the cups were presently empty. The library, not so much. Other knights and padawans were about, browsing the archives or sitting on their lonesome, and a handful of children were being tactfully rebuked by a librarian who would have none of their running. Vayla smiled at them. One of them she had seen in the temple the other day; a sweet boy whose tears were being caught by the floor. He missed his mother, and had almost mistaken Vayla for her, never minding the Human-Pantoran disparity.
Orphans. Are they, though? After rescuing the parentless children, it stood to reason that the Jedi Order became their parents in more ways than one, and certainly their guardians. Ajan Kloss became their home. A new home. A new hope. Vayla dismissed the thought as she looked down at the datapad and the holobook within it. Dance of Krayts, is it? She licked her lips as though she were about to eat a meal. Let’s see how well you can dance...