The Tidecaller
This one was a bit different for her. An ice world? She wasn’t certain she liked it, but she didn’t feel dried out. Some tundra planets were like that, all this snow and ice but still dry air. This one was different. Brooke had no issue with it.
Sure, she hated the cold, but a bit of a spell, and really warm furs from an animal native to the northern hemisphere of Dathomir gave her a bit of warmth. The colors were still her Clans, blue and white. Not that it mattered to most, but it helped her continue to claim her connection to home. That and the satchel with some spell components and pieces of living blue coral. Most of the last was left on her ship, in the warm salt water aquarium.
Still, she had trinkets made of it, on her bangles and necklaces. Enough to provide her protection. Not that she was expecting too much of trouble here. Jedi temples, even ancient enclaves, did have their traps but not something that would pull on the Force to kill her.
Merely trap her.
Approaching the door, she placed a bare hand on it. Still cold, but not bitterly so, with the walls protecting her from the winds outside. This door was locked, but it wasn’t a regular lock, this had a work of a Jedi Sage all over it. And she could feel the holocrons behind the door.
Taking a second to fall to her knees, she focused, on the training she received as a Jedi and on her mind of a Witch, how to pick through the protection.
Lily Decoria
Sure, she hated the cold, but a bit of a spell, and really warm furs from an animal native to the northern hemisphere of Dathomir gave her a bit of warmth. The colors were still her Clans, blue and white. Not that it mattered to most, but it helped her continue to claim her connection to home. That and the satchel with some spell components and pieces of living blue coral. Most of the last was left on her ship, in the warm salt water aquarium.
Still, she had trinkets made of it, on her bangles and necklaces. Enough to provide her protection. Not that she was expecting too much of trouble here. Jedi temples, even ancient enclaves, did have their traps but not something that would pull on the Force to kill her.
Merely trap her.
Approaching the door, she placed a bare hand on it. Still cold, but not bitterly so, with the walls protecting her from the winds outside. This door was locked, but it wasn’t a regular lock, this had a work of a Jedi Sage all over it. And she could feel the holocrons behind the door.
Taking a second to fall to her knees, she focused, on the training she received as a Jedi and on her mind of a Witch, how to pick through the protection.