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The walk was longer than she remembered, or it might have been the idea of what might result from her meeting today that seemed to slow time almost to a halt- she wasn't sure she was ready to face this particular trial but had promised herself that she would not run. There was no respect to be found from running. Instead, Ralaa kept her eyes down, the click of her boots echoing down the long hall that led to the Council chambers. She listed to the thunder the rumbled outside, drowning out the violent drum of her heart, and to the calming pitter-patter of the rain as it washed over the roof. Tython was magnificent and defined natural beauty but right now it did not feel like home. Ralaa felt like an outsider allowed the roam the halls of the Jedi Temple, still unsure of her place within their ranks; unsure of how to salvage what she had thrown away.
Even after everything that had happened, she found nowhere else to place the blame but on her own shoulders. It had been her decision to leave Ossus and her own faults that had led her to develop a bond with the exile Silas, heedless of the consequences. This was her trial to face, a not-so-valiant effort to rebuild what had been broken- to try and find her place again.
Ralaa took a deep breath to calm her racing heart as she approached the wooden door. The no-longer Master held her breath, raising a hand to knock on its frame and to announce her presence to those waiting within. This had to be better than a public trial, but still, she was anxious to hear what had to be said. For all of the time she had spent away, Ralaa never questioned that what she had done was wrong but each confession seemed to bury her further until she was no longer standing level on the ground, but rather looking up from the deepest of holes. She was worn down, exhausted and questioned whether or not she was even worthy of a second chance. Even so, she tried to hold her head up to face what was in front of her, even if that happened to be a closed door.
@Zigara
Even after everything that had happened, she found nowhere else to place the blame but on her own shoulders. It had been her decision to leave Ossus and her own faults that had led her to develop a bond with the exile Silas, heedless of the consequences. This was her trial to face, a not-so-valiant effort to rebuild what had been broken- to try and find her place again.
Ralaa took a deep breath to calm her racing heart as she approached the wooden door. The no-longer Master held her breath, raising a hand to knock on its frame and to announce her presence to those waiting within. This had to be better than a public trial, but still, she was anxious to hear what had to be said. For all of the time she had spent away, Ralaa never questioned that what she had done was wrong but each confession seemed to bury her further until she was no longer standing level on the ground, but rather looking up from the deepest of holes. She was worn down, exhausted and questioned whether or not she was even worthy of a second chance. Even so, she tried to hold her head up to face what was in front of her, even if that happened to be a closed door.
@Zigara