Master Maverick
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((This takes place before the conquering of Tython and is open for anyone interested))
Peace.
It was so far away now, it was a wonder how anyone functioned.
Well, perhaps not. Many ignored it, refusing to pay attention to something until it touched them directly. Others were driven towards an ideal, whatever that may be, and trudged onward, despite the horrors of war. That was what she was doing. Or, at least that's what she thought she was doing. It was nice to perceive a level of control over oneself, the only thing one really could have any influence over.
The star in the sky shone bright, wispy puffs of frozen vapor hanging precariously in the sky, yet sliding over the blue within which they reside. It was wonderful weather this day. Not like how her class started. It had been a rather stormy week, though it was needed. It had been rather dry up to that point. Now everything seemed more green, the trees more full, the grass thicker. A scent of rain lingered, at least in the nose of the Togruta as she sat, cross-legged, upon the soft grass. Her light blue robe spread about her generously.
Eyes closed, hands clasped lightly, head turned down, it was a sight all too common at the Sage Halls. Though, less so lately. Jedi were needed elsewhere, and with the deaths of so many Jedi during the course of the war, they were spread thin. It was like a time she remembered reading about once. Long ago, before the time of Grand Master Luke Skywalker. She couldn't quite remember the name associated with the conflict at this time, but it mattered not. She simply wanted to find peace that seemed to be torn from her soul. It was an impossibly simple task.
Peace.
It was so far away now, it was a wonder how anyone functioned.
Well, perhaps not. Many ignored it, refusing to pay attention to something until it touched them directly. Others were driven towards an ideal, whatever that may be, and trudged onward, despite the horrors of war. That was what she was doing. Or, at least that's what she thought she was doing. It was nice to perceive a level of control over oneself, the only thing one really could have any influence over.
The star in the sky shone bright, wispy puffs of frozen vapor hanging precariously in the sky, yet sliding over the blue within which they reside. It was wonderful weather this day. Not like how her class started. It had been a rather stormy week, though it was needed. It had been rather dry up to that point. Now everything seemed more green, the trees more full, the grass thicker. A scent of rain lingered, at least in the nose of the Togruta as she sat, cross-legged, upon the soft grass. Her light blue robe spread about her generously.
Eyes closed, hands clasped lightly, head turned down, it was a sight all too common at the Sage Halls. Though, less so lately. Jedi were needed elsewhere, and with the deaths of so many Jedi during the course of the war, they were spread thin. It was like a time she remembered reading about once. Long ago, before the time of Grand Master Luke Skywalker. She couldn't quite remember the name associated with the conflict at this time, but it mattered not. She simply wanted to find peace that seemed to be torn from her soul. It was an impossibly simple task.
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