Raphael was uncharacteristically apprehensive as he perched upon a stone bench in the vast, lush gardens of the Ossus temple. Although he had settled back into life as a Jedi almost more comfortably than before his impromptu sabbatical, but even interacting with other Jedi and seeing old friends, he was able to remain guarded, aloof and cut off from anybody if he needed to be...even if he was not someone who revelled in lonliness, he had gotten used to being alone. Yet now he had agreed into taking on a new padawan. A student, whom he would teach to become a Jedi Knight.
As was Raphael's custom, he was dressed less as a stereotypical Jedi Knight, although his training clothes were a little more usual in the Temple than his usual garb. He wore khaki trousers with black lace-up boots, loose fitting enough to allow for the more extreme movements a Jedi might make, and on his top half he wore a beige t-shirt, close fitting to his torso and upper arms, along with a wristband, the same colour as his trousers, on his left arm, and a brown fingerless glove on his right. At his brown belt, a few items hung, most notably a simple lightsaber hilt. It was not Raphael's own, but belonged to a friend of his, Huang Karasu, who had lent it to his fellow councillor in lieu of the state of Raphael's own weapon.
The Jedi Master, perched on his bench, was waiting in the comfortable golden sunlight, in the quiet gardens. He pushed a strand of his hair, a lot shorter than it had been, from his forehead. Unexpectedly for a Jedi master (but not for Raphael), he was smoking a cigarette, calmly and almost rhythmically as he waited.
As was Raphael's custom, he was dressed less as a stereotypical Jedi Knight, although his training clothes were a little more usual in the Temple than his usual garb. He wore khaki trousers with black lace-up boots, loose fitting enough to allow for the more extreme movements a Jedi might make, and on his top half he wore a beige t-shirt, close fitting to his torso and upper arms, along with a wristband, the same colour as his trousers, on his left arm, and a brown fingerless glove on his right. At his brown belt, a few items hung, most notably a simple lightsaber hilt. It was not Raphael's own, but belonged to a friend of his, Huang Karasu, who had lent it to his fellow councillor in lieu of the state of Raphael's own weapon.
The Jedi Master, perched on his bench, was waiting in the comfortable golden sunlight, in the quiet gardens. He pushed a strand of his hair, a lot shorter than it had been, from his forehead. Unexpectedly for a Jedi master (but not for Raphael), he was smoking a cigarette, calmly and almost rhythmically as he waited.