Visions of Vizza riddled the mind of the young Nautolan Aeton as the bustling civilian transport craft came to a halt. Younglings lined the door anticipating the marvelous sight of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. They had so much to learn, to face, to take in. Aeton was the last to step off the passenger liner and as the doors closed shut behind him he turned, watching the ship until it was nothing more than a spot amongst other similiar shapes.
Aeton walked behind the younglings who soon seperated themselves into different groups, each looking to venture off in a different area of the temple. This was the first time the Nautolan had visited Coruscant, he walked forward pressing himself deeper into the entrance gardens, it was all suprisingly set out pretty symetrical to Ossus.
He was given instructions to meet his new master here in the entrance garden while on the passanger craft. He did not know what to expect, who to look for or who was who. The only thing he knew right now is that thinking of his former Master Vizza brought him a distinguished pain, Aeton threw his backpack to his feet and sat himself down against a pillar in waiting.
Aeton walked behind the younglings who soon seperated themselves into different groups, each looking to venture off in a different area of the temple. This was the first time the Nautolan had visited Coruscant, he walked forward pressing himself deeper into the entrance gardens, it was all suprisingly set out pretty symetrical to Ossus.
He was given instructions to meet his new master here in the entrance garden while on the passanger craft. He did not know what to expect, who to look for or who was who. The only thing he knew right now is that thinking of his former Master Vizza brought him a distinguished pain, Aeton threw his backpack to his feet and sat himself down against a pillar in waiting.
