Master Maverick
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The star just pierced the horizon, rays shooting towards the deep eyes of a particular Togruta walking the Temple grounds. It was a slow pace she decided to take this morning, her bare feet padding lightly upon the grass, her tones gripping the earth at times. Through the trees, pillars of light radiated towards the Sage Halls as they herald the new day. A few whispy clouds high in the atmosphere crept by, but this would prove to be a mild, if not cool, day.
The female's light cyan robe fluttered in the wind, the cloth light. She walked without direction, only moving forward and not looking back. A metaphor if ever there was one, but Ashara didn't stop to consider it. Instead she kept her mind clear, simply following the streams of the Force as they willed her feet to movement.
Without warning or reason she stopped. Her right side was facing the sun with her eyes closed as she soaked up the energy, the warmth working counter to the rather cool breeze.
The female's light cyan robe fluttered in the wind, the cloth light. She walked without direction, only moving forward and not looking back. A metaphor if ever there was one, but Ashara didn't stop to consider it. Instead she kept her mind clear, simply following the streams of the Force as they willed her feet to movement.
Without warning or reason she stopped. Her right side was facing the sun with her eyes closed as she soaked up the energy, the warmth working counter to the rather cool breeze.