Private A Quiet Reunion

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Personal Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Atrisian Dancer, Engagement Ring
Companion: Isari
Tag: Alana Calloway

The quiet of the library was a comfort. Snowpeak's shelves were not vast compared to Coruscant's endless archives, but the enclave's small collection carried its own weight, humble, carefully curated and steeped in regular use. The scent of aged paper mingled with the faint fragrance of incense that had clung to the stone from morning meditation, and in the silence one could hear the faint whisper of wind brushing against the mountain walls outside.

Eve sat at one of the low tables near the back, a slim journal open before her, her silver eye moving slowly across the script. Notes written in her neat Echani hand filled a second page, scattered with thoughts on healing practices and fragments of poetry she had found woven into old texts. She had come here seeking guidance on a particular line of research, but as always, the Force seemed to nudge her into places she had not expected to wander.

At her feet, Isari was curled in the soft patch of sunlight that pooled through the window, her silver fur gleaming against the marble floor. The fox's ears twitched from time to time at the creak of a page turning, or the faint scuff of boots echoing from the corridor beyond, but she was content, eyes half-closed in the warmth. Every so often, Eve's hand drifted down from the table to brush lightly through her fur, an absentminded gesture that grounded her in the moment.

Her chin rested on her other hand as she read, lips moving silently with the words. She looked less the Knight-Overseer here and more the quiet student she had always been—still, thoughtful, still grounded.

Every so often, her gaze drifted from the page to the window carved into the stone wall, where the pale light of the highlands spilled through. She let it linger there for a time, just breathing, before returning to the script once more.

 

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Everest Vale
Gear: In Bio

Alana's steps were quiet, almost uncertain on the stone, the soft brush of her hand trailing the shelf edges as she found her bearings. The blindfold across her eyes gave her no sight of the library's hushed glow, but she breathed in deeply, letting the space speak to her in its own way; the faint ruffle of ink and paper, the cool undertone of stone, the delicate trace of incense that had sunk into every crevice over the years. The Force was not the best guide dog, but given she had never had one before, it seemed to be doing enough for the time being.

She paused, head tilting slightly at the sound of a page turning, a rhythm she had long since learned to recognize. The soft shift of fur and the faint brush of claws on marble told her...something else was near as well, sun-warmed and content. A small smile tugged at her lips.

She was getting good at this. Maybe. That familiar presence was here now, but she wasn't entirely sure who exactly. Her eyes hadn't fully recovered. Maybe in another week or so, she'd be on the mend.

"People always feel more at peace here," She said gently, her voice breaking the silence like a ripple across still water.

It was so odd to her, learning the ways in which her force connection intersected with the galaxy around her like this.

It was certainly something.

She moved closer, careful to let her boots touch down with enough weight to be heard, not wishing to startle either Eve or the fox. Her fingers found the edge of the low table before she lowered herself down to sit opposite.

For a moment, she let her palms rest flat on the wood, feeling the faint indentations of use, the warmth left behind by Eve's presence. "I can't see what you're reading," She admitted, the words carrying a soft humor, "but I can tell it's holding you still. That's rare enough for you, Eve. You usually carry the air of someone balancing three storms at once."

Her head tilted faintly, blindfold turning toward the pale light of the window though she could not see it. "Feels…calm, here. Like the galaxy finally agreed to settle down for once. Heck of an illusion."

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Personal Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Atrisian Dancer, Engagement Ring
Companion: Isari
Tag: Alana Calloway

Eve had felt her the moment she stepped into the enclave. The brush of her presence was quiet but unmistakable, a familiar thread tugging at the weave of the Force. She set her book down with care, smoothing a hand over the page before rising to her feet. Isari lifted her head, ears pricking at the sound of approaching steps. The fox gave a soft huff, then settled again, silver tail curling close.

When Alana drew near, Eve was already smiling. She didn't hesitate, moving to her side and slipping an arm around her in a gentle embrace. The blindfold gave her pause, but for now, there was only the simple joy of an old friend returned.

"Alana," she said softly, her voice warm despite the quiet of the space. "I'm so glad you're here. It's been far too long."

She lingered just a moment before easing back, guiding her carefully toward the low table where the journal still lay open.

"Come, sit with me?" Eve offered, her hand light at her arm to steady her if she needed it. The words were simple, but her expression carried the rest—relief, gratitude, the calm glow of reunion.