"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
It was an odd thing, to be walking up the steps bearing the familiar jedi architecture, yet be deprived of the constant buzz and roar of Coruscant's busy skylanes. But odd did not mean terrible by any stretch of the imagination. Naboo was a beautiful planet and one that the Valde had recently been enjoying quite a few trips to. What's more, Naboo's government had expanded. They were now the "High Republic," a spiritual successor to the government he had abandoned shortly before it had burst into flames at the hands of the One Sith. Each boot click on the marble steps was a mixture of new trails and nostalgia that caused his tail to swish irritably. Maybe he had been too busy to do this earlier. Or perhaps he had been putting it off in fear of what awaited him.
The Alliance's order had seemed to welcome him, but what followed that initial meeting was rejection and insult. The Wilders had closed their groves to all but those of the Silver Order as a result. Now, once again an Archon was sent to test the waters of diplomacy, cooperation, and friendship. Vulpesen had been the obvious choice for such an envoy. As Veradune's Valde, he was used to such missions. What's more, he had family among the Jedi Order. He didn't know if he would see them today. In fact, he doubted it. He had no idea what fish would snatch at the lure he was about to send, whether it be a minnow or a great whale.
Another deep breath. He gathered himself. His tail smoothened and stilled. His eyes brightened, and his face took on a polite smile. Then, he reached inward, gathering the force in his core. Like water into a vase, he gathered it... then he released it. A pulse radiated from him, spreading through the temple like a ripple from a stone in a placid lake. It was not aggression, and it did not linger. But it did announce to all those who could feel the force, someone had come to visit. And now, that someone stood patiently before their doorway.
The Alliance's order had seemed to welcome him, but what followed that initial meeting was rejection and insult. The Wilders had closed their groves to all but those of the Silver Order as a result. Now, once again an Archon was sent to test the waters of diplomacy, cooperation, and friendship. Vulpesen had been the obvious choice for such an envoy. As Veradune's Valde, he was used to such missions. What's more, he had family among the Jedi Order. He didn't know if he would see them today. In fact, he doubted it. He had no idea what fish would snatch at the lure he was about to send, whether it be a minnow or a great whale.
Another deep breath. He gathered himself. His tail smoothened and stilled. His eyes brightened, and his face took on a polite smile. Then, he reached inward, gathering the force in his core. Like water into a vase, he gathered it... then he released it. A pulse radiated from him, spreading through the temple like a ripple from a stone in a placid lake. It was not aggression, and it did not linger. But it did announce to all those who could feel the force, someone had come to visit. And now, that someone stood patiently before their doorway.
