Walking down the corridor of the new temple over Ithor, Auryn thought about how much he didn't like floating Ithorian bullshit. It constantly smelled like a gross combination of flowers, leaves, recycled air, and machine lubricant. The Firrerreon liked Yavin IV's jungles better. Although the view of space was kinda nice. He grumbled to himself and took out a piece of gum to chew on.
Auryn was probably an odd sight walking into the classroom. A black sweater with rolled-up sleeves to stave off the cold of space, grey sweatpants with pockets, cheap flip-flops, and his lightsaber stuck on a magnetic holder clipped to his waistband. Most obviously striking was his mane of hair that shone like spun gold under any amount of direct light and a scar on his chin. Padawans about ran the gamut of fancy, colorful, and basic based on personal taste and how they felt about traditional robes.
He wasn't even the only one who looked like he'd just gotten out of bed. Up at the front was a middle-aged woman with graying hair seated in a meditative position. "Think she's dead?" "No way!" two Padawans traded in a stage whisper. The master at the front hadn't appeared to move or even breathe since people began filing in. Auryn trudged over to an empty bit of floor cushion, flopped down on it, and leaned his scarred chin against his hand. Still sleepy.
Like some kind of spring-loaded alarm clock, the moment it was time for class the Jedi Master up front came back to life and stood to full height, startling a couple of padawans nearby. "Welcome to class, everyone," she began in a cheerful, almost sing-song voice. Oh no. "Today we'll be working on some practical lightsaber forms." Okay, not bad. "We have some new faces today, so we'll be pairing them off with some who've been here a while!" Fuck.
Their teacher started listing off names, eventually getting to, "Padawan Thorne, you'll be with Padawan Angharad. Why don't you show him where the training hilts are?" Auryn straightened up, ignoring entirely the envious look his seat neighbor was giving him while turning to find Ezra. He stood and walked on over, fingers running through his hair to get it out of his face. Auryn offered a lazy handshake and chin nod.
"Hey, I'm Auryn. Done stuff like this before?"
@Sreeya