Ascending Legend
The room was quiet, the faint hum of the space station vibrating beneath the floorboards, light filtering softly through the high, reinforced windows. Beyond the glass, distant stars drifted slowly against the black void, a gentle reminder of the vastness surrounding them. Iandre settled cross-legged on the polished floor once more, dark hair braided neatly, one hand resting near her lightsaber at her hip. The stillness was not empty—it hummed, alive with the faint threads of the Force weaving through the space.
Her eyes closed briefly, sensing the presence before she opened them. A familiar ripple in the Force drew her attention, and a small, serene smile touched her lips. She tilted her head very slightly toward him, a subtle gesture of acknowledgment and warmth, fingers brushing the air between them.
"Zinayn," she said quietly, her voice warm and steady, carrying across the meditation room. "It's been some time. I wondered if our paths would cross again, and yet here you are… Even here, above the expanse of stars, the room feels the same. Though it seems we have both changed since the first time, when I was on the verge of breaking. And since my promotion, I've found new ways to center myself, new ways to… endure."</color>
Her gaze softened as she regarded him, remembering that first moment—the tension, the struggle to stay grounded, and the quiet understanding that came from shared presence.
"I hope the time has treated you well," she added, her tone gentle, inviting. "It is good to see you again, in a place meant for reflection and quiet, rather than chaos and hurry. Even with the hum of the station beneath our feet, this stillness feels… enough."</color>
Zinayn
Her eyes closed briefly, sensing the presence before she opened them. A familiar ripple in the Force drew her attention, and a small, serene smile touched her lips. She tilted her head very slightly toward him, a subtle gesture of acknowledgment and warmth, fingers brushing the air between them.
"Zinayn," she said quietly, her voice warm and steady, carrying across the meditation room. "It's been some time. I wondered if our paths would cross again, and yet here you are… Even here, above the expanse of stars, the room feels the same. Though it seems we have both changed since the first time, when I was on the verge of breaking. And since my promotion, I've found new ways to center myself, new ways to… endure."</color>
Her gaze softened as she regarded him, remembering that first moment—the tension, the struggle to stay grounded, and the quiet understanding that came from shared presence.
"I hope the time has treated you well," she added, her tone gentle, inviting. "It is good to see you again, in a place meant for reflection and quiet, rather than chaos and hurry. Even with the hum of the station beneath our feet, this stillness feels… enough."</color>
Zinayn