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The winding open streets of a Jedha market where a far cry from the energy filled corners of his freighter. The feeling of walking on solid, albeit sandy, ground was actually quite pleasing. His form was just adapting to the pressure of deep space as well, so that alleviation also felt too wonderful to describe. It had been a while since Horus had set foot on Jedha, after having practically disappeared in search of his brother. Unfortunately, he had found nothing of value, and returned as quickly as he dared. He knew the Alliance would still recognize him - and hopefully little had changed in his absence.
His pace began to pick up speed as his left arm gently unfurled the cloak that unraveled it. This was a pathway to Jedha’s central marketplace, and beyond that, the Temple. Horus semi expected to run into members of the Alliance nearby and catch up on some of the recent events he had missed. And hopefully snag something to do, of course, unless the situation struck him to take back up teaching. He would need to officially take on a student eventually, instead of avoiding the whole procedure. Horus was clad in his usual gear, a clear brown cloak gently laying atop them. His sabers still hung by his side and rarely if ever left.
Pausing by a nearby stall, he quickly purchased a bottle of refreshments with a sprinkle of credits, opening the lid and taking a swig. He paused, looking around at the relatively crowded space with a gentle smile. Despite him, his gaze shifted upwards to the sky. His smile began to fade, his gaze reverting to the scenery about him as he gently stroked his beard.
“What to do, what to do…”