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Dust and light playing at each other in slanted medium. Soft muttering carries across the halls, both calm and eerie. Morning comes...
Reaching a cupped hand, catching the still moist and collected strands, he tosses back the majority of his hair; only covering his discomfort with his crossed arm before the feathered ends fall back over his face. Turning the corner, he barely catches himself in time before knocking into another passing Jedi. And as he tilts his head, only one eye emerges from the defensive wall kept by his long hair; but avoiding eye contact, he simply nods down and lets the door close behind him.
Some years had passed since he was brought here, and again he would be swept along with the bustle of things. Having left his room plenty early, he would find his way to the training rooms. His collar was lifted with a tuft from tugging at the back so much, unnaturally wearing loose a longer collar than most robes. Yet still his fairly generic clothing held somewhat formfitting, mostly dark brown in color. His head down, eyes only peeking up to vaguely see his direction, Joeux Archetype new what awaited him this day.
Reaching a cupped hand, catching the still moist and collected strands, he tosses back the majority of his hair; only covering his discomfort with his crossed arm before the feathered ends fall back over his face. Turning the corner, he barely catches himself in time before knocking into another passing Jedi. And as he tilts his head, only one eye emerges from the defensive wall kept by his long hair; but avoiding eye contact, he simply nods down and lets the door close behind him.
Some years had passed since he was brought here, and again he would be swept along with the bustle of things. Having left his room plenty early, he would find his way to the training rooms. His collar was lifted with a tuft from tugging at the back so much, unnaturally wearing loose a longer collar than most robes. Yet still his fairly generic clothing held somewhat formfitting, mostly dark brown in color. His head down, eyes only peeking up to vaguely see his direction, Joeux Archetype new what awaited him this day.