D A W N
It was the noise which struck her first, above all else, that constant background din and clamour of countless lives happening in tandem. Both Aurum and Midvinter were quiet worlds, what few settlements they had were strewn about their planetary surfaces, but here, on Coruscant? Well, as an ecumenopolis it was all settlements, all one large cityscape that seemed unending. Reaching so high that in places it blotted out the sun, and so low that one might well journey to the center of the world via turbolift.
Down by her side, the pure white frír whined. Poor Felix had never been subjected to such a bustling world before, he was used to the wilds, to stretching his legs and racing through trees, pouncing into wind-swept snow dunes, and digging his claws into the earth. Duracrete lay beneath their feet now, harsh against the pads of his paws.
"Shh, Felix," she soothed, slipping a hand through his fur as they walked up the steps to approach the Jedi Temple, "Det är okej, min kära." Felix didn't seem too convinced, but he nuzzled against her touch all the same. She was something of an odd sight on such an industrialized world, with a sword sheath set upon her back, a quiver hanging down by her side - a bow stashed within it - to say nothing of the leathers and furs which made up her attire.
The astute may notice the lightsaber upon her belt, the hilt itself also wrapped in leather strips, though it was hidden beneath her fur-lined outer cloak and only came into view when she stepped up to reach the temple entrance.
No doubt she'd have to seek out a figure of authority soon enough, did the New Jedi Order have a Council? Or a Grandmaster? Mysa frankly did not know, but she'd soon find out. For now it would be good for her to rediscover her surroundings. It had been a very long time since she'd come to Coruscant, after all.