Mother of Pearl

Rehn Var
Joza clutched the hood of her parka closer to her head, cringing as an unwelcome blast of wind buffed her in the face. The Zeltron was not particularly fond of extreme weather on either end of the spectrum, but if she had to choose she’d pick a ball of ice over a humid jungle planet any day. The environment here was similar to that of Ilum, where she had good memories of collecting crystals and meeting a force sensitive Whipid with her Master. On the other hand, she’d quite literally lost her hand on Felucia to a Sith and watched her companion nearly die, so tropical weather didn’t bring out the best in her. And it made her hair frizzy.
As much as she disliked how the cold air gave her dry skin, Joza pressed onwards. The Knight was meeting a Jedi Master by the name of [member="Saki"] who had mastered the art of elemental shaping, and Joza sought to learn from her. She only knew of one other Jedi who could wield the elements, but she hadn’t seen Jericho since her days as an apprentice.
Feeling a powerful presence enter the area, she looked up and squinted against the snow that the wind kicked up. Thankfully she hadn’t arrived during a snowstorm, so hopefully the calmer weather would make things easier.