Lyra had stepped into the temple with a look of wonder and a bleeding heart. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing with her own two eyes. It was not just the Jedi temple which had struck her, nor the pockets of robed strangers, much like her, walking around its ancient halls. Something else had rocked her to her core.
The greenery.
Blankets of moss climbing walls, flowers hatching out from cracks in the pavement. Birds in the rafters and trees which stretched and loomed above her. Blue skies and white clouds and real, warm sunlight. Lyra opened a hand to feel it. Closed her eyes to savor it, like it was the first time in a lifetime.
Coruscant had nothing for her. Just neon lights and recycled air. Here, on Ajan Kloss, it was different and better in every way. An unbelievable fantasy.
Lyra wandered onto the grass of a courtyard, smiling like a child. Almost laughing, half-dancing, across the field of green. What an incredible experience it was, that she failed to remember the girl she had been assigned to meet. Since Oren was on a busy schedule, he left touring her to a Padawan of his.
Nara, was it? She couldn’t recall.
Though she would, very soon, the second she unwittingly slammed into her side while cruising her way through the temple.
@Charndley
The greenery.
Blankets of moss climbing walls, flowers hatching out from cracks in the pavement. Birds in the rafters and trees which stretched and loomed above her. Blue skies and white clouds and real, warm sunlight. Lyra opened a hand to feel it. Closed her eyes to savor it, like it was the first time in a lifetime.
Coruscant had nothing for her. Just neon lights and recycled air. Here, on Ajan Kloss, it was different and better in every way. An unbelievable fantasy.
Lyra wandered onto the grass of a courtyard, smiling like a child. Almost laughing, half-dancing, across the field of green. What an incredible experience it was, that she failed to remember the girl she had been assigned to meet. Since Oren was on a busy schedule, he left touring her to a Padawan of his.
Nara, was it? She couldn’t recall.
Though she would, very soon, the second she unwittingly slammed into her side while cruising her way through the temple.
@Charndley