Monica sighed; her life had been uneventful. Having had to take a leave from her training to be by her father on his sick bed, the thirteen year old looked at how little she knew. The feathery boa constrictor wrapping around her dark green, scaly vest and red scaled shirt didn't even manage to calm her nerves.
Her Jedi, Link Nono, somehow disappeared. What worried her more than normal, was how she was going to find a replacement. But it finally came: One Jedi in particular asked her to meet here. It wasn't above the girl not to accept. In fact, she didn't even know their name.
Her Padawan clothes seemed to fit her more snug than usual; perhaps it was just her nerves, or it might be her pet slithering around it's owner anxiously. "Calm down, my pet..." she chimes lightly, looking around for this so called Jedi.
Her Jedi, Link Nono, somehow disappeared. What worried her more than normal, was how she was going to find a replacement. But it finally came: One Jedi in particular asked her to meet here. It wasn't above the girl not to accept. In fact, she didn't even know their name.
Her Padawan clothes seemed to fit her more snug than usual; perhaps it was just her nerves, or it might be her pet slithering around it's owner anxiously. "Calm down, my pet..." she chimes lightly, looking around for this so called Jedi.