Ruzaan enjoyed going for walks in the forests surrounding the temple on Yavin IV, finding that fresh air in his lungs and earth beneath his feet did wonders for his connection to the Force. Like many Togruta, he eschewed footwear whenever possible and today was no exception. The midmorning sun warmed his face, and an occasional light breeze rustled the leaves overhead. It was a calm, peaceful day.
Ruzaan stopped suddenly, frowning to himself. Something wasn't quite right, and it took him a moment to realize what. One of the trees he'd just passed was gently rocking in a different direction compared to the others. Alarm bells clanged in Ruzaan's head; on Shili- he would be in serious danger right now- and his lightsaber was immediately in his hand as he threw himself towards the nearest ditch in a barely-controlled dive and roll. His double-bladed lightsaber hummed to live as he came up in a defensive crouch, every sense on alert for an attacker... only to realize that the tree's motion was because of a padawan perched in its branches.
Cheeks flushing in embarrassment, Ruzaan put away his lightsaber sheepishly and stared up at the boy. The first thing that struck Ruzaan was that the padawan had long, auburn-colored hair; and pointy ears, like Clove's. Wide, blue-green eyes were glancing at a book, and Ruzaan had to admit that by human standards, the boy must be considered quite attractive.
"Hello there!" he said by way of introduction, waving up at the padawan. "My name's Ruzaan; I didn't see you there, sorry!"
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