Sapphire Embers
Location: Coruscant, Galactic City, Jedi Temple Library
Destination: Heading to the Great Hall
Turmoil had always been an unfamiliar feeling.
While it had been some days since the meeting of the Jedi, the meeting of their political and social state, Syrena could still hardly shake the feelings that had sunk in the days prior. Her mind plagued with the thoughts of doubt and concern for approval, she had taken to visiting the Jedi Temple's halls during the little time she had provided herself for her trip to the Core Worlds. Her master was gone, his words the only thing left of him and she had been thrust into an arena full of ideals she struggled to absorb.
It was with the temple however, a small emplacement that stood constant in the fragments of her recollections, that she found herself the most at peace. Wandering it's many halls with nothing but the aimless desire to explore and understand. Seeing the statues of Jedi of legend, reading the texts left behind by faces that very few remembered, there was a wholesomeness to the temple that she could not ignore that she wondered held true to it's past inhabitants.
Almost as if the Force was drawing her in to let it's flow encompass her with the feelings and guidance that it intended for her.
Her serenity was broken, however, upon the startling realization that she was not alone in the section of the library that she had drifted herself to. Whether it was her lack of awareness, enthralled in her thoughts, or a confidence in the notion that few would approach her she did not know but she became aware of Grandmaster
Wyatt Morga
's presence all the same. Ultimately she came to feel as though the Force itself was urging her to approach him.
To acquire a semblance of peace for her mind.
"Master Morga," she began, her voice coming quiet and wispy at first, "I think I failed to introduce myself at the meeting before." When her thought finally crossed the gap between them she had settled some feet from him with her arms pulled gently in front of her, her hands folded against her waist. Her brows raised inquisitively as her fingers tugged nervously at her sleeves, the outsider feeling once again washed over her while her feet kept her planted in place. "My name is Syrena,
Syrena Kothari. I hope you understand that I do not disagree with what you said," she uttered, her voice escalating in volume bit by bit, "I simply wanted to convey my concern for the tenants of the code I've always been told and voice my aversion to conflict." She continued, her lips becoming tight as she waited for her thoughts to fully materialize, her mind passively split between active thought and a draw upon the Force to understand the feelings and conflicts that may have been filling the Jedi Master's mind.
"Even if my delivery was lacking."
Destination: Heading to the Great Hall
Turmoil had always been an unfamiliar feeling.
While it had been some days since the meeting of the Jedi, the meeting of their political and social state, Syrena could still hardly shake the feelings that had sunk in the days prior. Her mind plagued with the thoughts of doubt and concern for approval, she had taken to visiting the Jedi Temple's halls during the little time she had provided herself for her trip to the Core Worlds. Her master was gone, his words the only thing left of him and she had been thrust into an arena full of ideals she struggled to absorb.
It was with the temple however, a small emplacement that stood constant in the fragments of her recollections, that she found herself the most at peace. Wandering it's many halls with nothing but the aimless desire to explore and understand. Seeing the statues of Jedi of legend, reading the texts left behind by faces that very few remembered, there was a wholesomeness to the temple that she could not ignore that she wondered held true to it's past inhabitants.
Almost as if the Force was drawing her in to let it's flow encompass her with the feelings and guidance that it intended for her.
Her serenity was broken, however, upon the startling realization that she was not alone in the section of the library that she had drifted herself to. Whether it was her lack of awareness, enthralled in her thoughts, or a confidence in the notion that few would approach her she did not know but she became aware of Grandmaster
Wyatt Morga
's presence all the same. Ultimately she came to feel as though the Force itself was urging her to approach him.To acquire a semblance of peace for her mind.
"Master Morga," she began, her voice coming quiet and wispy at first, "I think I failed to introduce myself at the meeting before." When her thought finally crossed the gap between them she had settled some feet from him with her arms pulled gently in front of her, her hands folded against her waist. Her brows raised inquisitively as her fingers tugged nervously at her sleeves, the outsider feeling once again washed over her while her feet kept her planted in place. "My name is Syrena,
Syrena Kothari. I hope you understand that I do not disagree with what you said," she uttered, her voice escalating in volume bit by bit, "I simply wanted to convey my concern for the tenants of the code I've always been told and voice my aversion to conflict." She continued, her lips becoming tight as she waited for her thoughts to fully materialize, her mind passively split between active thought and a draw upon the Force to understand the feelings and conflicts that may have been filling the Jedi Master's mind.
"Even if my delivery was lacking."
