It was frightening, how quickly things could change. Life was akin to an ocean, and the slightest shift was enough to form a tsunami. Gnost was drowning. From the time that Jedi had arrived on Dorin, had saved him from his foolish mistake, the Kel'dor had realized that nothing would ever be the same again. It seemed that, for far too long, he had thought his life was little more than a game, eagerly betraying his connection to the force with little more than eye-catching party tricks. Now though, he was in a new place, a new world. It felt like a new universe.
Yavin was so unlike Dorin, lush and full of life. The temple was a gem in the undergrowth, but it still didn't feel like home. This was what his parents thought would be best. Gnost had agreed. Now that he's getting settled in, though? He's having second thoughts. Perhaps it was home-sickness, brewing in the back of his mind. He missed his family, and his friends. The idea of making new ones seemed like an impossible feat. Despite the grim emotions that occasionally surfaced within the Kel'dor's mind, he was just as equally excited.
His curiosity seemed to know no bounds, and it wasn't uncommon for the boy to reach out and touch everything he could, if only to experience the world to it's fullest. New sounds, new sights, new textures, and new smells. It could be overwhelming sometimes. So, the nervousness seemed to mingle with the thrill of discovering something new, of learning things that he never could have if he had stayed on Dorin. Perhaps with time, the homesickness would fade, simmer away into nothing.
He's standing on one of the temple balconies, looking out into the jungle beyond as one talon scratches at the silvery mask that wrapped his face. Gnost was still getting used to the device, because as it turned out, every other species seemed to require oxygen to live. Yavin's atmosphere was full of the toxic gas, along with the majority of civilized planets within the galaxy. The universe was more alien than Gnost could have ever imagined. A sigh blows past his maw as he leans against the railing, listening to the ambience of birds and insects.
@Logan
Yavin was so unlike Dorin, lush and full of life. The temple was a gem in the undergrowth, but it still didn't feel like home. This was what his parents thought would be best. Gnost had agreed. Now that he's getting settled in, though? He's having second thoughts. Perhaps it was home-sickness, brewing in the back of his mind. He missed his family, and his friends. The idea of making new ones seemed like an impossible feat. Despite the grim emotions that occasionally surfaced within the Kel'dor's mind, he was just as equally excited.
His curiosity seemed to know no bounds, and it wasn't uncommon for the boy to reach out and touch everything he could, if only to experience the world to it's fullest. New sounds, new sights, new textures, and new smells. It could be overwhelming sometimes. So, the nervousness seemed to mingle with the thrill of discovering something new, of learning things that he never could have if he had stayed on Dorin. Perhaps with time, the homesickness would fade, simmer away into nothing.
He's standing on one of the temple balconies, looking out into the jungle beyond as one talon scratches at the silvery mask that wrapped his face. Gnost was still getting used to the device, because as it turned out, every other species seemed to require oxygen to live. Yavin's atmosphere was full of the toxic gas, along with the majority of civilized planets within the galaxy. The universe was more alien than Gnost could have ever imagined. A sigh blows past his maw as he leans against the railing, listening to the ambience of birds and insects.
@Logan