Touchdown, thank goodness.
Space travel had never been the most pleasant of adventures: between the hours of tedium staring into the black (though this was far better than staring at the swirling blue-white vortex of hyperspace travel, which was always likely to provoke nausea!), followed by the bumpy ride through the upper atmosphere, jolted every which way and what-not as the craft sought to land...it was the sort of thing that made you wish you'd never stepped foot off dry land in the first place, and certainly something that left you with the desire never to do so again.
Absurd, really. Having felt the sudden jostle of landing struts striking solid duracrete, and the hum of the repulsorlifts slowly fading, there was opportunity now to take a deep breath and reflect on how foolish it really was to be afraid of space flight.
May as well be scared of taking your next step, at that rate, the young woman scolded herself, though knowing full well it would be a pattern repeated next time around. Shaking her head, golden locks of hair bouncing around her shoulders with the motion, she unbuckled her flight restraints and came shakily to her feet, stretching and trying to find the balance that felt momentarily elusive.
It had only been a few days since she had found herself given new clothes, a new direction in life, and a one-way ticket to the middle of wherever-the-hell she was now, and, in some respects,
everything felt a little unbalanced.
And they say starting on your path to being a Jedi is supposed to be the easy bit, she scoffed inwardly. So far, she was still adjusting to the idea of being "Force Sensitive", nevermind that it was going to be a guiding force in her life from this point forward.
The pilot curtly informed her that now was the appropriate time to disembark - no doubt he had other things to attend to than waiting for her to find her feet, such as they were - so she quietly thanked him, grabbed a small duffel bag containing her belongings and slung it over one shoulder, and headed aft to the boarding ramp that was descending with a loud hydraulic hiss and a considerable amount of steam.
Probably going to make my hair all frizzy, too, she thought sourly, wishing that she could at least have waited for that to pass before she stepped off.
The dim coolness of the shuttle was almost immediately eclipsed by bright sunlight, and a warmth that could only be thought of as 'humid' if you were being polite. It took the young woman a moment to adjust, blinking rapidly to let her eyes become accustomed to the sudden change in luminosity, coming to rest upon the grey stones of the building before her, a large structure built into a rockface by the looks of it, elegant in its concealment and construction, but alien to her nonetheless.
Nothing that you'd find back home, a thought which felt both disturbing and yet thrilling at the same time.
There wasn't time to let it all sink in, though - judging by the sight of a tall woman not far beyond the landing zone, someone had come to greet her.
Or to visit the pilot, so you're about to make a total fool of yourself, Teynara observed to herself once again. She didn't look it, though: the other woman was dressed in what looked like comfortable but functional clothes: knee-high boots, close-fitting pants, a high-collared sleeveless vest, one that made her look both business-like but also ready to dive into battle at any second.
And she carries herself the way so many of those others did, she reflected, thinking of the Jedi she had met before.
Welcoming party indeed.
Stepping forward, doing her best to conceal her nervousness behind a polite smile, the young woman approached within a few feet and then came to a stop, bringing her booted feet together and leaning forward from the waist in a bow that roughly copied the one she'd been shown at the little Jedi outpost where she'd been recruited. She knew she'd made a mess of it, particularly with a bag slung over one shoulder, but there was nothing for it.
Can't get any worse, she mused.
"Good...afternoon, I think, Master," she said softly. In truth, she wasn't exactly sure what time it was: Coordinated Galactic Standard was not likely to match the local time, so she was guessing based on the height and position of the sun. As for the formal address...well, weren't all older Jedi supposed to be referred to that way? The woman before her didn't look like a student: she carried herself with far too much poise for that to be the case.
"Thank you for coming to meet me."
And yes, Tey, you sound like an idiot. Something told her that she was going to have to get used to that feeling, at least for a while.