It was a crisp, autumn day. The sun beat down on Jade as she walked across the forest floor. A red hoodie gave her some protection from the sun and scrutiny. Normally, the trees would be providing cover from the sun, but most branches here were all burnt black and twisted. Sweat ran down the Jedi Exile’s face onto her throat, absorbed by her scarf.
Wrinkled leaves and old sticks snapped beneath her feet. She bent down to catch her breath. Right in front of her was the ashen husk of some creature, long dead and cremated. Jade reached out to touch it, but thought better of it. She shook her head and wiped her eyes.
Deeper into the forest the soil was richer. Light brown dirt mixed with black ash, supporting the smallest of plants, moist and weedy. Jade lowered her backpack to the ground, using the force to clear out the twigs and branches below. Then, carefully, gently, she unzipped her pack, lifted out a bulging wet cloth, and set the mass on the ground. Out poked a few curling green branches. It was a baby wroshyr tree. Jade patted her neck and chuckled.
She had been digging a hole with a shovel for five minutes when a chilly wind blew past. It made her shiver, rocking the baby tree, carrying voices. “Who’s there?” she shouted.
Wrinkled leaves and old sticks snapped beneath her feet. She bent down to catch her breath. Right in front of her was the ashen husk of some creature, long dead and cremated. Jade reached out to touch it, but thought better of it. She shook her head and wiped her eyes.
Deeper into the forest the soil was richer. Light brown dirt mixed with black ash, supporting the smallest of plants, moist and weedy. Jade lowered her backpack to the ground, using the force to clear out the twigs and branches below. Then, carefully, gently, she unzipped her pack, lifted out a bulging wet cloth, and set the mass on the ground. Out poked a few curling green branches. It was a baby wroshyr tree. Jade patted her neck and chuckled.
She had been digging a hole with a shovel for five minutes when a chilly wind blew past. It made her shiver, rocking the baby tree, carrying voices. “Who’s there?” she shouted.