Avalore Eden
If there be light...
Cake is not for Padawans.
Those are the rules.
Avalore had a healthy sneaking suspicion that all these new rules were really only being put in place around her. She was pretty sure she saw a Padawan youngling enjoying cake being served for Master Olda Ko on his 74th birthday just last month.
Must be Jedi Council rules. Or, rather, it must simply be that her governing Masters on Corellia had received the news she'd been taken in by Knight Moridena and sent over the care manual for the ready-to-pop Padawan Eden. This might have included a list of banned foods. It definitely included her list of mandatory foods for her now absurd nutritional needs.
Whatever the case, it clearly didn't include cake.
CORUSCANT
Jedi Temple - Cafeteria / Food Court
High Noon
Avalore looked forlornly at the desert stand as she was directed in the opposite direction by a supremely helpful human relations droid. This was her first day at the Jedi temple on Coruscant, having arrived late the night before with Diana and several other Jedi escaping the remnants of Ossus. Her new Master had some things to sort out, likely the loose ends of Avalore's transfer from Corellia to Coruscant, so Avalore was left to the stupendous company of the droid.
All she could think about was food.
Her very large and obtuse belly gave a deep, guttural gurgle.
"Wizard, McPuff, I'm going."
With two trays loaded as full as possible and the droid guiding the way, she moved to take a seat somewhere near the middle of the court, drawing eyes like a three-day carcass drew flies. She ignored them with purpose and carefully hefted herself into a seat at the center of a very long and empty table. The droid happily announced that it would get her water and scuttled off.
"Thanks," Avalore said flatly after it and bitterly bit into a roll.
So much for making friends.
@[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
@[member="Diana Moridena"]
@[member="Meta "]
@ any Jedi or Pub who want a break from Invasions for some not-so-srs-bsns
Those are the rules.
Avalore had a healthy sneaking suspicion that all these new rules were really only being put in place around her. She was pretty sure she saw a Padawan youngling enjoying cake being served for Master Olda Ko on his 74th birthday just last month.
Must be Jedi Council rules. Or, rather, it must simply be that her governing Masters on Corellia had received the news she'd been taken in by Knight Moridena and sent over the care manual for the ready-to-pop Padawan Eden. This might have included a list of banned foods. It definitely included her list of mandatory foods for her now absurd nutritional needs.
Whatever the case, it clearly didn't include cake.
CORUSCANT
Jedi Temple - Cafeteria / Food Court
High Noon
Avalore looked forlornly at the desert stand as she was directed in the opposite direction by a supremely helpful human relations droid. This was her first day at the Jedi temple on Coruscant, having arrived late the night before with Diana and several other Jedi escaping the remnants of Ossus. Her new Master had some things to sort out, likely the loose ends of Avalore's transfer from Corellia to Coruscant, so Avalore was left to the stupendous company of the droid.
All she could think about was food.
Her very large and obtuse belly gave a deep, guttural gurgle.
"Wizard, McPuff, I'm going."
With two trays loaded as full as possible and the droid guiding the way, she moved to take a seat somewhere near the middle of the court, drawing eyes like a three-day carcass drew flies. She ignored them with purpose and carefully hefted herself into a seat at the center of a very long and empty table. The droid happily announced that it would get her water and scuttled off.
"Thanks," Avalore said flatly after it and bitterly bit into a roll.
So much for making friends.
@[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
@[member="Diana Moridena"]
@[member="Meta "]
@ any Jedi or Pub who want a break from Invasions for some not-so-srs-bsns