alina grayson

Alina Grayson The homestead woke slowly, as if Naboo itself preferred to ease into morning rather than arrive all at once. Aiden Porte had been awake well before any of that, moving through the training yard while the air was still cool enough to sting his lungs. His lightsaber remained unlit...

Alina Grayson Morning light rolled gently across the plains of Naboo, turning the tall grasses around the homestead into a soft sea of gold and green. The air carried the quiet comfort of home. Warm earth, distant birdsong, and the faint sweetness of baked goods still cooling on the counter...

Porte Homestead Alina Grayson Aiden sat in the old chair on the porch as the day bled slowly into amber. The plains of Naboo stretched outward in quiet, rolling patience, grass brushed gold by the lowering sun, wind moving through it in soft, endless waves. The homestead behind him held the...