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Tython. Chervil could have walked the lush forests of it for ages. To feel his feet on dirt. Soil. Ground. It was almost as though breathing in the air that was free from the salt-spray had invigorated him completely. Someone on the transport-ship to the planet had mentioned that often there were tremendous storms that came about via the force. Although apparently sometimes dangerous, Chervil wished to experience such a phenomenon nonetheless. He wanted to feel the rain of this world, to smell the moist earth beneath his feet, to hear the sound of thunder connecting with something other than water. Alas, the young human was unable to do so much as place his hand against a tree, as he was immediately forced onto a transport vessel and delivered to the Jedi Temple.
The temple's exterior amazed him however. The tastefully ornate conglomeration of hewn structures dotted with greenery gleamed in the sunlight. Though the architecture of Ahto City Resorts on Manaan would be considered elegant, the natural elegance of the temple astounded him. The power of the place was evident. He could feel it pounding in his veins as he passed through the large archway of the temple's main entrance way. Perhaps it was nearly his nerves.
For there was much to be nervous about. Chervil suddenly became aware of how vastly unprepared he was, as his dark boots made loud noises on the temple's pristine flooring as he walked. He knew only what the average person knew of the Jedi; they were a group of mysterious individuals who used the force to uphold peace and justice throughout the galaxy. Even Chervil knew that there was doubtless much more to it than that. And he had foolishly signed himself up for something that he really did not know all that much about. Still, the Knight who had persuaded him to do this seemed to think that he had promise and that this was the right path for him. Speaking of path, where was he even going? He realized he did not know. He felt the urge to wander and explore the temple, but realized that would have been of little use to him. He also realized that he was lost. The Knight who had sent him to Tython told him he had already arranged for a master to mentor him, a certain AbdAas. He was, supposedly, to find this master and then begin his training. But how exactly was that to happen? He did not know the location of this man, and as far as he was aware, AbdAas did not know of his either.
Besides, how would AbdAas even know Chervil was to be his student? Chervil looked disconcertingly down at his attire, a rather flamboyant, bright blue jacket that clashed magnificently with his hair, a somewhat plain white shirt embroidered with metallic thread and dark leather trousers and boots. Nowhere close to the robes of everyone else that passed him by as he wandered about the temple. How was one even supposed to acquire robes anyway? They certainly weren't the sort of thing you could just buy in a store. Hopefully, someone would take note of his unease and give him some sort of direction.
The temple's exterior amazed him however. The tastefully ornate conglomeration of hewn structures dotted with greenery gleamed in the sunlight. Though the architecture of Ahto City Resorts on Manaan would be considered elegant, the natural elegance of the temple astounded him. The power of the place was evident. He could feel it pounding in his veins as he passed through the large archway of the temple's main entrance way. Perhaps it was nearly his nerves.
For there was much to be nervous about. Chervil suddenly became aware of how vastly unprepared he was, as his dark boots made loud noises on the temple's pristine flooring as he walked. He knew only what the average person knew of the Jedi; they were a group of mysterious individuals who used the force to uphold peace and justice throughout the galaxy. Even Chervil knew that there was doubtless much more to it than that. And he had foolishly signed himself up for something that he really did not know all that much about. Still, the Knight who had persuaded him to do this seemed to think that he had promise and that this was the right path for him. Speaking of path, where was he even going? He realized he did not know. He felt the urge to wander and explore the temple, but realized that would have been of little use to him. He also realized that he was lost. The Knight who had sent him to Tython told him he had already arranged for a master to mentor him, a certain AbdAas. He was, supposedly, to find this master and then begin his training. But how exactly was that to happen? He did not know the location of this man, and as far as he was aware, AbdAas did not know of his either.
Besides, how would AbdAas even know Chervil was to be his student? Chervil looked disconcertingly down at his attire, a rather flamboyant, bright blue jacket that clashed magnificently with his hair, a somewhat plain white shirt embroidered with metallic thread and dark leather trousers and boots. Nowhere close to the robes of everyone else that passed him by as he wandered about the temple. How was one even supposed to acquire robes anyway? They certainly weren't the sort of thing you could just buy in a store. Hopefully, someone would take note of his unease and give him some sort of direction.