It had been a few days since Felix arrived back on Ajan Kloss after Dathomir, he had been relegated to his room in the temple. He knew what was going on, they were asking the question that had been following him for most of his time as a padawan, what do they do with him? A question, not even Felix himself could answer.
His head rested against the glass of the window next to his bed as eyes kept glancing back and forth between the outside world and a cross-shaped metal amulet that he fidgeted with. One side was rough metal with an engraved pattern of two wolf heads spiralling together try to consume a sun and moon, the other side contained raised from the base to an inscription of some dead language. This was the only found on Felix except for the note that was left for the Jedi when he was abandoned on the ramp of a Jedi's ship.
He had tried to figure out where it came from and what language was written on it to no avail other years, an enigma just like his parents. feeling a presence just outside his door he quickly hid the amulet under his pillow and continued to look out the window, his face away from the door.
@Killa Ree
His head rested against the glass of the window next to his bed as eyes kept glancing back and forth between the outside world and a cross-shaped metal amulet that he fidgeted with. One side was rough metal with an engraved pattern of two wolf heads spiralling together try to consume a sun and moon, the other side contained raised from the base to an inscription of some dead language. This was the only found on Felix except for the note that was left for the Jedi when he was abandoned on the ramp of a Jedi's ship.
He had tried to figure out where it came from and what language was written on it to no avail other years, an enigma just like his parents. feeling a presence just outside his door he quickly hid the amulet under his pillow and continued to look out the window, his face away from the door.
@Killa Ree
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