The Library was one of the places Haldir Eressëa often frequented, and mostly for reasons other than reading.
Even after taking Willa as his Padawan, there remained a time when the bustle of activities in the Jedi temple on Yavin IV became too much, too loud, for the quiet Knight. Just an hour ago he had been – no, accosted was too much a word – approached by some of the braver younglings, their questions about his appearance and his silence coming one aftet another. The Arkanian didn't dislike children, but he was loathe to admit that their energy and exuberance rendered him helpless and their attention made him feel trapped. He'd been asked constantly why he never spoke and what his hand movements meant.
Willa would've probably found amusement in watching her Master flounder, surrounded by a gaggle of younglings.
The Arkanian slipped away when Padawan Friers, seemingly taking pity on the masked Knight, stepped in and distracted the younglings with a beautiful flower he'd picked from the garden. Their curiosity towards Haldir was expertly redirected by the older male, and before any of the children could ask the Knight to come with them the Arkanian had already disappeared down the hall.
He made a mental note to thank the Padawan later.
The encounter with the younglings had left Haldir's inclination to speak wane. An archivist, new to the Order, noticed him set foot inside the Library and waved a hand in greeting.
"Good day, Knight Eressëa," said the young Mirialan with a friendly smile, blue eyes scanning the masked Arkanian. "May I help you with something?"
Raising both gloved hands to sign "No, thank you" he politely stepped past her, unaware of the uncomprehending look she gave him.
Moving forward, Haldir made way towards one of the tables situated by the windows. Still reeling from the surprise he felt at being ganged upon by a group of curious younglings, the Knight – somewhat unfocused and absent-minded about his immediate surroundings – noticed a little too late a young half-Sephi directly on his path. So lost in thought was the Arkanian, and the brush of his shoulder against the tall Padawan's was inevitable. Though it wasn't a particularly hard collision, the force would be enough to make the young man drop whatever he might be carrying on his hands.
Pale blue eyes widened behind the mask. Immediately Haldir's hands rose again, signing too fast to be barely understood,
"I'm sorry, young Padawan. I haven't been mindful of my surroundings."
He hoped the half-Sephi understood – Haldir really wasn't in the mood to speak, let alone choose which voice to imitate so he wouldn't have to use his own.
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Even after taking Willa as his Padawan, there remained a time when the bustle of activities in the Jedi temple on Yavin IV became too much, too loud, for the quiet Knight. Just an hour ago he had been – no, accosted was too much a word – approached by some of the braver younglings, their questions about his appearance and his silence coming one aftet another. The Arkanian didn't dislike children, but he was loathe to admit that their energy and exuberance rendered him helpless and their attention made him feel trapped. He'd been asked constantly why he never spoke and what his hand movements meant.
Willa would've probably found amusement in watching her Master flounder, surrounded by a gaggle of younglings.
The Arkanian slipped away when Padawan Friers, seemingly taking pity on the masked Knight, stepped in and distracted the younglings with a beautiful flower he'd picked from the garden. Their curiosity towards Haldir was expertly redirected by the older male, and before any of the children could ask the Knight to come with them the Arkanian had already disappeared down the hall.
He made a mental note to thank the Padawan later.
The encounter with the younglings had left Haldir's inclination to speak wane. An archivist, new to the Order, noticed him set foot inside the Library and waved a hand in greeting.
"Good day, Knight Eressëa," said the young Mirialan with a friendly smile, blue eyes scanning the masked Arkanian. "May I help you with something?"
Raising both gloved hands to sign "No, thank you" he politely stepped past her, unaware of the uncomprehending look she gave him.
Moving forward, Haldir made way towards one of the tables situated by the windows. Still reeling from the surprise he felt at being ganged upon by a group of curious younglings, the Knight – somewhat unfocused and absent-minded about his immediate surroundings – noticed a little too late a young half-Sephi directly on his path. So lost in thought was the Arkanian, and the brush of his shoulder against the tall Padawan's was inevitable. Though it wasn't a particularly hard collision, the force would be enough to make the young man drop whatever he might be carrying on his hands.
Pale blue eyes widened behind the mask. Immediately Haldir's hands rose again, signing too fast to be barely understood,
"I'm sorry, young Padawan. I haven't been mindful of my surroundings."
He hoped the half-Sephi understood – Haldir really wasn't in the mood to speak, let alone choose which voice to imitate so he wouldn't have to use his own.
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