Theodosia Acatia
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 47
- Reaction score
- 17
The corridors were cold and the air was staunchy. The Pantoran breathed, the exhale being probably the only air movement the hallway had in years. Aurora had told her that a change was coming, that the Order was growing. More and more Padawans were surfacing, hopeful Jedi being more willing.
And Theodosia didn’t know how she felt. She still felt no emotional attachment to Jedi Order. Jedi Master Blackwood had attempted to console her about this indifference but Theodosia never felt better. As her hands traced the intricacies in the wall as she padded down, she tried to force herself to feel some sort of excitement.
She hadn’t lived amongst others in six years, the last time ending with a trauma that still haunted her. And Theodosia felt the impact. The vial that doubt was being held in shattered, sending horribly intrusive thoughts to the Pantoran.
“The Force will let you know when you’re at the right room,” Aurura had said briefly when Theodosia persisted for more information. And, she was right. A feeling clicked, a door opening. Theo knew she was here. She pushed the door open, it didn’t take much of an effort to open her way to her new room. The former Padawan quarters collected enough dust for it form hare-shaped mounds. A window streamed in sunlight. Theo stopped after taking a few steps in, taking in the environment of the room.
Her feet teetered when she thought she should take a step that way, but quickly stopped when she decided on another direction. The Jedi Padawan decided on dragging her bag towards her and shoving it under the bed for now. Right now, she just wanted to sit on the provided bed and think. As she relaxed, she felt a hard outline right beside her. Her fingers careened further, and found the edge of the...book. What?
Theodosia flipped on her side and pried off the top layer of the mattress. An old, primitive leather-bound notebook laid there. It was longer than it was wide, almost as a graphing pad. She immediately grasped it and started flipping through.
“L0-K1 companion droid; Mercu--” The Pantoran stopped reading, her mouth slightly gaped open, and her eyes scanned the rest of the droid plans, flipping page after page.
@Valen Pelora