“BROTHER DREYS? Brother Dreys!”
Normally, Ece wouldn’t be shouting.
She also wouldn’t be dashing madly through the halls either, narrowly avoiding several other patrons. They called after her, maybe to offer help themselves, but there was no time to explain; this was important. She had to find Jedi Pallodrin and him specifically. Surely he’d be willing to help, once he understood the situation. Only problem was, Ece (only recently arrived on Ajan Kloss) hadn’t actually met the man yet, let alone attended one of his lectures. Admittedly, a mistake on her part.
But Ece was certain, without a doubt, that as a fellow Miraluka, Jedi Pallodrin would see the merit in her proposition. She just needed to find him first, and fast!
“Brother Dreys? Are you here? Please be here.”
Ducking and diving through the growing channels of shelves and books, Ece ran up to whoever she could find in the library, hoping they could better direct her. She had been told if Dreys would be anywhere, it would be here. Unless, of course, he was leading a class. Dare she interrupt? Hopefully, it wouldn't have to come to that.
She tried again, calling out “Brother Dreeeeeeys?” Light on her feet, the pinklette covered a fair amount of ground, nimbly skidding to avoid the sharp turns and corners.
Where could he be? Maybe one of the secluded nooks. That’s where Ece would be.
@Dreys Pallodrin