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It was a simple hut, well maybe a little more than that; with training circles and sand pits. Such a warm greeting to just leave me, Lyeric thought to himself as he stood before his last Master's home just into the beginnings of the forest outside of the Temple. The little Umbaran didn't quite understand it, but accepted the fact that Jedi were bound to their oaths as servants to the galaxy. He knew, he had known since before he came to the Temple here. He was one of the few to have a deep understanding of the servitude and duty one would bear to others at such a young age, his father made sure of that. He just never thought it would happen so soon, just after a couple days of meeting his Master and he's gone; off to some dangerous mission that doesn't allow for one so inexperienced.
Lyeric Ubbal Arathillion caught himself as his raising eyes met the morning sun. He cringed raising a hand to shield his sensitivity and further slide the heavy material of his hood down to lightly touch the bridge of his nose, as he often wore it.
Turning around, there was the Great Temple. He had never been far. Mikelus' home just had such an atmosphere to it. He would miss it. The heavily cloaked teenager began making his way to the main entrance of the Temple. The ground was like muddy hands gripping at the souls of his boots. He dragged his feet, resenting his situation a little. And within the first step into the main entry way, the others shot him looks. It was just like before. The introverted Umbaran looked dark to them, though the older Jedi knew better they still had that initial reaction. Wearing black robes over dark layers, the cloaked Padawan shifted to the comfort of the shadows once more; no longer welcome in the open, as he was at Mikelus' home amidst the wilderness. His constantly wide-eyed demeanor currently held a likeness to that of fear, though personally he felt nothing; just trying to go unnoticed. Creeping along wall's edge, Lyeric hoped his new Master wasn't far.
Lyeric Ubbal Arathillion caught himself as his raising eyes met the morning sun. He cringed raising a hand to shield his sensitivity and further slide the heavy material of his hood down to lightly touch the bridge of his nose, as he often wore it.
Turning around, there was the Great Temple. He had never been far. Mikelus' home just had such an atmosphere to it. He would miss it. The heavily cloaked teenager began making his way to the main entrance of the Temple. The ground was like muddy hands gripping at the souls of his boots. He dragged his feet, resenting his situation a little. And within the first step into the main entry way, the others shot him looks. It was just like before. The introverted Umbaran looked dark to them, though the older Jedi knew better they still had that initial reaction. Wearing black robes over dark layers, the cloaked Padawan shifted to the comfort of the shadows once more; no longer welcome in the open, as he was at Mikelus' home amidst the wilderness. His constantly wide-eyed demeanor currently held a likeness to that of fear, though personally he felt nothing; just trying to go unnoticed. Creeping along wall's edge, Lyeric hoped his new Master wasn't far.