The Hair Knight
It was quiet. The air was still, as if it hadn't been for years and years, and had only just calmed. But a child of the maelstrom hears the quiet, feels the stillness and grieves for the storm, wails for its comforting embrace, understanding only the chaos. Peace, joy, light, these mean nothing to him, and this strange touch unnerved him. Moved him to resist, to break the stillness, to rage though the storm had passed.
He opened his eyes, light flooding in between pale eyelids. Watery tears blurred his vision, as they always did after an extended meditation. He blinked to clear them, letting the world resolve into form around him.
As usual, he wished he hadn't.
Like most days after meditation, Jerek emerged feeling conflicted. He stirred, moving stiff joints and muscles that threatened to cramp from sitting in one position so long, letting the mundane worries of his body distract him from his disquieted heart. More so than simply the progress of adolescent fears and anxiety, the fourteen-year-old boy's lonesomeness that was generally no more than a dull throb now pricked sharply as a distinct pain. A loss that time had not healed. No matter how many times one of the masters said it would, it never became true.
Slowly, the boy stood, shaking out his limbs and pacing a few times to clear the residual effects of morning meditation from his body. His mind would need a bit more prodding.
Moving into the corridor, he joined the throng of fellow Jedi moving about the Ossus temple. The boy melted into the crowd, letting it carry him along the stony hallways and towards the main hub of the Jedi headquarters. Here, quickly affirmed by a rumble from within his stomach, was the most important area in the temple. The cafeteria.
Food options were both plentiful and simple, catering to the wealth of species the temple hosted, while still maintaining an air of humble modesty expected of the Jedi. Few would call the temples' meal offerings ornate or delicacies, but they certainly did not lack for choices. Nor would any go hungry, being guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy was famishing work.
Today's tray was piled with some kind of hot dish based on meat from an imported grazing animal, mixed with vegetables from the garden and a colorful rice pilaf. Jerek had passed by the table full of deserts, a constant source of temptation for Jedi youngling and master alike, without realizing it until he found his seat.
He sat next to a cadre of his peers, padawans like him, back from some missions or the other for training or an assignment in the local Ossus area. Though he had grown up with many of them, those assembled were neither close nor particularly of interest to Jerek today, so for a while he simply ate in subdued silence as the conversation rose and fell around him. As the other Jedi-in-training filtered out, the teen found he was glad for the reprieve.
His sullen brooding was abruptly cut off by the shuffle of another padawan taking a place at the table, tray and implements clattering as they made contact with the hard surface. Jerek didn't look up, hoping the newcomer would take the hint and eat quietly. No such luck.
"Hey, Jerek," the greeting came across in a familiar voice that made the boy lift his shaggy, blond head, hazel eyes peering across the table into the piercing blue of his friend.
"Hey, Dash," Jerek cheerily returned, his contemplating momentarily forgotten. Eying the contents of the other boy's tray, he grinned. "Went for the Cookies, Cake and Pie diet today?"
"All part of a balanced meal," Dash quipped a reply. He flashed a set of straight, white teeth, contrasting sharply against his dark skin. The Tholothian boy had been one of Jerek's first playmates as a new youngling, and their friendship had weathered the years kindly. Despite his excessive love of food and obsession with all things lightsaber combat ―Dash would often test out new combat moves on a hapless Jerek during their friendly spars― Dash was an all right kind of guy. Someone that could be relied on to point out the painstakingly obvious with the right dose of humor. Someone who was never afraid to question authority and succeed in planting seeds of doubt in their minds. Someone who got Jerek more than most.
And the only someone in the entire temple to know why Jerek flew.
"Just hope Master Ulthas isn't on 'guard' duty today. He'll give you shab for that," Jerek threw back, grinning all the while. He wasn't a Master's Pet, but he still took delight in making Dash squirm.
"Hey, I don't have to bow to that purple-skinned sack of bones anymore," Dash claimed proudly in between bites of what appeared to be a fruit-dotted cookie. Jerek dismissed the thought as soon as it had surfaced, his friend wasn't as geriatric as to have fallen to the cookie dark side so early in life. The Tholothian boy puffed out his chest as he continued, "I answer to a higher to a higher power now!"
"You know that Master Ulthas is taller than your Master Roth, right?" Jerek pointed out, trying desperately to hide his grin.
The Tholothian boy just gave Jerek a look in response, one that filled the Human youth with immense satisfaction. It took a considerable effort for Dash not to dish it out, and Jerek would take what small victories he was afforded. His own independent attempts at poking fun at Dash's shortcomings often paled in comparison.
Right now, Dash was as pale as Jerek's humor as the youth felt a shadow grow over his shoulder. Without turning around, Jerek could sense the disapproving glare of the Keshri master radiating onto the table. From the look on his face, Dash was probably re-thinking the whole Desserts For Dinner scheme.
"Padawan Dashmont," the grave voice of Master Ulthas resounded, his words crisp and clean, and they seemed to echo throughout the chamber. "Did we instruct you to make such poor life choices?"
He opened his eyes, light flooding in between pale eyelids. Watery tears blurred his vision, as they always did after an extended meditation. He blinked to clear them, letting the world resolve into form around him.
As usual, he wished he hadn't.
Like most days after meditation, Jerek emerged feeling conflicted. He stirred, moving stiff joints and muscles that threatened to cramp from sitting in one position so long, letting the mundane worries of his body distract him from his disquieted heart. More so than simply the progress of adolescent fears and anxiety, the fourteen-year-old boy's lonesomeness that was generally no more than a dull throb now pricked sharply as a distinct pain. A loss that time had not healed. No matter how many times one of the masters said it would, it never became true.
Slowly, the boy stood, shaking out his limbs and pacing a few times to clear the residual effects of morning meditation from his body. His mind would need a bit more prodding.
Moving into the corridor, he joined the throng of fellow Jedi moving about the Ossus temple. The boy melted into the crowd, letting it carry him along the stony hallways and towards the main hub of the Jedi headquarters. Here, quickly affirmed by a rumble from within his stomach, was the most important area in the temple. The cafeteria.
Food options were both plentiful and simple, catering to the wealth of species the temple hosted, while still maintaining an air of humble modesty expected of the Jedi. Few would call the temples' meal offerings ornate or delicacies, but they certainly did not lack for choices. Nor would any go hungry, being guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy was famishing work.
Today's tray was piled with some kind of hot dish based on meat from an imported grazing animal, mixed with vegetables from the garden and a colorful rice pilaf. Jerek had passed by the table full of deserts, a constant source of temptation for Jedi youngling and master alike, without realizing it until he found his seat.
He sat next to a cadre of his peers, padawans like him, back from some missions or the other for training or an assignment in the local Ossus area. Though he had grown up with many of them, those assembled were neither close nor particularly of interest to Jerek today, so for a while he simply ate in subdued silence as the conversation rose and fell around him. As the other Jedi-in-training filtered out, the teen found he was glad for the reprieve.
His sullen brooding was abruptly cut off by the shuffle of another padawan taking a place at the table, tray and implements clattering as they made contact with the hard surface. Jerek didn't look up, hoping the newcomer would take the hint and eat quietly. No such luck.
"Hey, Jerek," the greeting came across in a familiar voice that made the boy lift his shaggy, blond head, hazel eyes peering across the table into the piercing blue of his friend.
"Hey, Dash," Jerek cheerily returned, his contemplating momentarily forgotten. Eying the contents of the other boy's tray, he grinned. "Went for the Cookies, Cake and Pie diet today?"
"All part of a balanced meal," Dash quipped a reply. He flashed a set of straight, white teeth, contrasting sharply against his dark skin. The Tholothian boy had been one of Jerek's first playmates as a new youngling, and their friendship had weathered the years kindly. Despite his excessive love of food and obsession with all things lightsaber combat ―Dash would often test out new combat moves on a hapless Jerek during their friendly spars― Dash was an all right kind of guy. Someone that could be relied on to point out the painstakingly obvious with the right dose of humor. Someone who was never afraid to question authority and succeed in planting seeds of doubt in their minds. Someone who got Jerek more than most.
And the only someone in the entire temple to know why Jerek flew.
"Just hope Master Ulthas isn't on 'guard' duty today. He'll give you shab for that," Jerek threw back, grinning all the while. He wasn't a Master's Pet, but he still took delight in making Dash squirm.
"Hey, I don't have to bow to that purple-skinned sack of bones anymore," Dash claimed proudly in between bites of what appeared to be a fruit-dotted cookie. Jerek dismissed the thought as soon as it had surfaced, his friend wasn't as geriatric as to have fallen to the cookie dark side so early in life. The Tholothian boy puffed out his chest as he continued, "I answer to a higher to a higher power now!"
"You know that Master Ulthas is taller than your Master Roth, right?" Jerek pointed out, trying desperately to hide his grin.
The Tholothian boy just gave Jerek a look in response, one that filled the Human youth with immense satisfaction. It took a considerable effort for Dash not to dish it out, and Jerek would take what small victories he was afforded. His own independent attempts at poking fun at Dash's shortcomings often paled in comparison.
Right now, Dash was as pale as Jerek's humor as the youth felt a shadow grow over his shoulder. Without turning around, Jerek could sense the disapproving glare of the Keshri master radiating onto the table. From the look on his face, Dash was probably re-thinking the whole Desserts For Dinner scheme.
"Padawan Dashmont," the grave voice of Master Ulthas resounded, his words crisp and clean, and they seemed to echo throughout the chamber. "Did we instruct you to make such poor life choices?"