Apartment block 42-C-1231, Coruscant
Local time: 12:32 PM
Taking visitors. After a decade spent in a monastic order, the concept had become somewhat foreign to Kori. And yet there she was: mixing green and blue milk with scrambled eggs on the frying pan, struggling to remember the proper time to season it. The Zeltron may have the master of lightsaber and the Force, but cooking... she was but a learner again. Why couldn't Izel pick a weekday? We could've been meeting at the CSF Academy and avoiding all of this! However, Nykoria had no choice in the matter... In a lot of matters, actually.
On the bright side, she has a solid place to crash at. The old family apartment remained mostly hers. Except for Kori's very own room, which was now occupied by her younger sister. You can imagine the old Zeltrons' excitement when they realized that their long-lost daughter was staying on Coruscant for a while. As a form of rent, they left the younger sister—who apparently couldn't skip classes—in Kori's care and took off to visit her older brother on Kuat.
But for now, the kid was still at school, and Nykoria was struggling with the eggs. With a white T-shirt and black sweatpants, the Zeltron didn't look like a Jedi at all; even less so a Master. Only the burns on the face told that there was more to that woman than met the eyes. And the smell told that Kori was on the verge of burning the eggs. "Kriff!" the Zeltron cursed outloud, glad that her sister wasn't around yet. That's exactly when the doorbell had to ring!
"Coming!" Kori scoffed, realizing that she had to pick up the pace. Instead of splitting the meal with a spatula, she levitated the brown mass of a meal and slapped it into the two plates she had prepared in advance. Mom definitely makes it look and smell more delicious. But there was no time for second thoughts. When duty calls, don't feed the doubts... Or something like that.
The Zeltron knew who was coming even before she opened the door. Izel Thral was one of her oldest friends in the Jedi Order, so Kori had learned to sense her unique imprint in the Force among the many Jedi she had worked with. That's why she opened the door smiling already; although the smell of her concoction in the kitchen kind of detracted from the smile's radiance. "Izel! Come in, make yourself at home!"
In the meantime, the back of her mind focused on the two plates still standing in the kitchen. She had been practising telekinesis without gestures or eye contact for a while now, and that was her exam of sorts. While she was meeting and greeting her friend, the two plates floated from the kitchen towards the small table in the dining room. Kori could almost see them, even though her brown eyes were clearly looking in the other direction. Come on... Amost....
@Reyn
Local time: 12:32 PM
Taking visitors. After a decade spent in a monastic order, the concept had become somewhat foreign to Kori. And yet there she was: mixing green and blue milk with scrambled eggs on the frying pan, struggling to remember the proper time to season it. The Zeltron may have the master of lightsaber and the Force, but cooking... she was but a learner again. Why couldn't Izel pick a weekday? We could've been meeting at the CSF Academy and avoiding all of this! However, Nykoria had no choice in the matter... In a lot of matters, actually.
On the bright side, she has a solid place to crash at. The old family apartment remained mostly hers. Except for Kori's very own room, which was now occupied by her younger sister. You can imagine the old Zeltrons' excitement when they realized that their long-lost daughter was staying on Coruscant for a while. As a form of rent, they left the younger sister—who apparently couldn't skip classes—in Kori's care and took off to visit her older brother on Kuat.
But for now, the kid was still at school, and Nykoria was struggling with the eggs. With a white T-shirt and black sweatpants, the Zeltron didn't look like a Jedi at all; even less so a Master. Only the burns on the face told that there was more to that woman than met the eyes. And the smell told that Kori was on the verge of burning the eggs. "Kriff!" the Zeltron cursed outloud, glad that her sister wasn't around yet. That's exactly when the doorbell had to ring!
"Coming!" Kori scoffed, realizing that she had to pick up the pace. Instead of splitting the meal with a spatula, she levitated the brown mass of a meal and slapped it into the two plates she had prepared in advance. Mom definitely makes it look and smell more delicious. But there was no time for second thoughts. When duty calls, don't feed the doubts... Or something like that.
The Zeltron knew who was coming even before she opened the door. Izel Thral was one of her oldest friends in the Jedi Order, so Kori had learned to sense her unique imprint in the Force among the many Jedi she had worked with. That's why she opened the door smiling already; although the smell of her concoction in the kitchen kind of detracted from the smile's radiance. "Izel! Come in, make yourself at home!"
In the meantime, the back of her mind focused on the two plates still standing in the kitchen. She had been practising telekinesis without gestures or eye contact for a while now, and that was her exam of sorts. While she was meeting and greeting her friend, the two plates floated from the kitchen towards the small table in the dining room. Kori could almost see them, even though her brown eyes were clearly looking in the other direction. Come on... Amost....
@Reyn