A Day in the Life

[Arda Breaux]

Tirahnn

"...eight..."

Giggling continued...

"...nine..."

It seemed get louder, "You're supposed to be hiding!" Arda said, peeking from behind her hands, many voices cried out that she was cheating and to cover her eyes, and she did quickly, grinning, waiting a brief moment before yelling, "Ten! Ready or not, here I come!" Arda turned around seeing several children run across the courtyard, not even yet hiding. She saw two of the older children try to pass her in order to get to safe base, but Arda saw them, they saw her and laughing, they quickly ran as far and fast as they could out of her reach.

Arda rolled up the sleeves of her tunic, opting for civilian clothing over her Jedi robes and her ebony hair braided loosely over her shoulder; she felt lighter, no armor, her Jedi weapon hidden away as she chased after the children in the yard. The village outside the capital city was quiet compared the coming and going of speeders in the capital, but not empty; containing many small market shops and stands visited by individuals not only from Tirahnn but also from nearby systems, the village profited from the grains they grew in the plains. From breads to baskets, it was not something anyone could pass up. Even the Jedi Master had to admire some of the craftsmanship on her way to meet with the headmasters and owners of an orphanage in the village.

She heard they were struggling with the upkeep of the building, the structure was older, but it was perfect to house and school those who didn't have homes of their own. They had their own bedrooms, classrooms, areas to play, especially in the courtyard in the center where Arda had been roped into a game of hide'n'seek while she took a break from her duties. Supposedly others where arriving to determine if they wished to contribute to the upkeep of the home; though she appreciated them wanting to see the work being done and knowing how their credits would be spent, there were others who had backed out and brought disappointment and worry to the heads of the shelter.

Arda paused in her chase, realizing they had all finally found hiding spots, except for one, a six year old who seemed to have the sneaking ability of a loth-cat who manged to plow into the back of the Jedi Master's knees. She let out a loud OOF falling to her hands and knees as the other children found opportunity to tackle her.

@Sreeya