Stepping amongst the ruins, Nyx couldn’t help but wonder what once stood there. Though the temple itself remained, in its vicinity were scattered, skeletal clusters of pillars and passageways, crumbled walls, and half-standing statues. This area was of particular interest, having a great stone mouth, its tunnel leading deep within the earth; the Jedi were discovering something new each day, further confirming their choice of settlement. Perhaps in time, with further efforts, this area too could be restored for purpose.
But the Kiffar wasn’t there for a tour. Unfortunately, she was there awaiting another padawan. Sev Creed. Honestly, at first, she couldn’t place a face to the name, not that she was really one to talk, given her cloth and veil. But try as she might, she couldn’t recall much of the person; had she passed him once in the labyrinth of hallways? Possibly, but up until now, there certainly wasn’t much in the way of interaction. Not surprising though, given the Nyx’s own reclusive tendency.
She wouldn’t have even sought him out had the masters not encouraged it. They were hell-bent on pushing Nyx out of her comfort zone, try as she might to resist. First the escort mission with Padawan Lurel, and now a training session with Creed. To make matters worse, the focus was on psychometry.
Ugh. Just the very prospect made her flinch.
Whilst a revered skill amongst her Kiffar clan, the ability itself was (for Nyx) a source of pain. Which begs the question, how did a padawan like Sev garner such skill? Curiosity was getting the better of her, for once overshadowing her usual reservations. But only time will tell how long her willingness will last.
Who knows. Maybe I’ll get lucky…Maybe he won’t show up.