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Hard to believe that it has been few days as becoming an 'official' Jedi Apprentice (or Padawan as they call me anyways), thought Taoré Timarick, crouched on a sill, outside the main temple.
It was sunset on this side of Tython. Given the planet`s long planet rotations, they were a beautiful sight to see as streaks of blue and black harmonized with the deep reds and bright vibrant oranges the sun and sky created, creating various dances of violet across the stars suddenly coming into view. Unlike most of his life, this was peaceful. No sounds of rumbling machines, no constant urban sprawl of people going about their day-to-day lives. Part of Taoré missed that because of the contact and life created from such mundane actions. But at the same time, he felt the sereness wash over him like light rain on a warm spring morning.
He turned to head inside the Temple. After a few moments, he reached the area where most Padawans typically hung out, discussing their days, as well as their masters. Taoré had been there for about a week now, but even so, he was still new to socializing, in spite of his mouth, which often got him into trouble. He sat down on a comfortable chair, allowing his muscles to unwind. He had a long day of practice with his master, Aden, who put him through the ringer with the most bizzare obstacle courses Taoré had ever seen. The lesson was to anticipate and react to new and unique situations, which caused him to be thrown off balance at first. Over the course of the day, he began to feel the ebb and flow and eventually succeeded in the course, but doing so tired him out.
Ohhh, this feels good. he said, as his back muscles unwinded, reacting to the comfort of the seat.
It was sunset on this side of Tython. Given the planet`s long planet rotations, they were a beautiful sight to see as streaks of blue and black harmonized with the deep reds and bright vibrant oranges the sun and sky created, creating various dances of violet across the stars suddenly coming into view. Unlike most of his life, this was peaceful. No sounds of rumbling machines, no constant urban sprawl of people going about their day-to-day lives. Part of Taoré missed that because of the contact and life created from such mundane actions. But at the same time, he felt the sereness wash over him like light rain on a warm spring morning.
He turned to head inside the Temple. After a few moments, he reached the area where most Padawans typically hung out, discussing their days, as well as their masters. Taoré had been there for about a week now, but even so, he was still new to socializing, in spite of his mouth, which often got him into trouble. He sat down on a comfortable chair, allowing his muscles to unwind. He had a long day of practice with his master, Aden, who put him through the ringer with the most bizzare obstacle courses Taoré had ever seen. The lesson was to anticipate and react to new and unique situations, which caused him to be thrown off balance at first. Over the course of the day, he began to feel the ebb and flow and eventually succeeded in the course, but doing so tired him out.
Ohhh, this feels good. he said, as his back muscles unwinded, reacting to the comfort of the seat.
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