Roman rubbed two fingers in the red and orange paints, playing around as he drew parallel lines on the rock face. He had always enjoyed art, particularly painting of the earth and body. Getting creative made him feel truly free, able to forget everything else for a time.
The credits he had earned from the shipyard mission were the first he had seen in a long while. His new art materials were his gift to himself, a little treat he had waited weeks to explore. Not needed for a few days, he had slipped to the quiet world of Thila, hoping to find some seclusion in the high mountain peaks. The city and starport were down below, but he was unlikely to be bothered way up here.
He stood back and chewed his tongue, embracing the Force for inspiration as his casual attire flapped in the wind. Unburdened for the first time in weeks, Roman felt unusually attuned to the energies around him. He was going to paint something fucking great today, he could feel it.
Following an urge, Roman went for the black paint next, his eyes glazing over as he fell into the Force, hurriedly scrawling a jagged V marking on the rock canvass. His hands worked as if moved by unseen strings, sketching detail and markings at the Force’s direction. He moved like an animal.
Several minutes later, he fell back, a sweating, panting mess. His eyes refocused, in time to see he‘d done something far beyond art. Roman felt as much as saw its true nature and his entire body ached from what it had taken from him.
It was a rune.
He barely had time to process that fact, before the entire rock face high above began to crack and split.
@Tulos