Akio Diachi
For it was All but a Dream
The galaxy.
It is full of strange and wonderful things that were beyond explanation. Terrors, wonders, beauty, and joy. And often the most wonderful of it all are just around the corner. A drop of water--the most mundane of objects that many beings took for granted--was a wonder in itself.
The stars.
The novas.
The moons.
The planets.
Infinite beyond infinite with possibilities far and wide. What could--
"Sir?" the voice of a young waitress broke Akio from his writings, "Can you please leave? There are other customer waiting for that table."
The Blue Pilgrim gave a sheepish smile as he closed his weathered tome, "My apologies, I can lose track of the time."
Honestly the small dinner he was in wasn't overcrowded at all, it was mostly empty. But by the quick glances and the air of unease he could feel from the other patrons it was clear for him to see--they didn't like him here. He could guess it was his appearance. Openly carrying swords was a bit of a strange thing these days.
The Pilgrim moved out along on his way. There were rumors of a strange force user, one they called a Mind Walker here. These beings were hard to find, and even harder to cox into giving their wisdom. But as the Chiss moved through the streets of Kessel, he was confident he could convince the man with a few force baubles, baring any unforeseen interference, that is.....
[member="Akuma"]
It is full of strange and wonderful things that were beyond explanation. Terrors, wonders, beauty, and joy. And often the most wonderful of it all are just around the corner. A drop of water--the most mundane of objects that many beings took for granted--was a wonder in itself.
The stars.
The novas.
The moons.
The planets.
Infinite beyond infinite with possibilities far and wide. What could--
"Sir?" the voice of a young waitress broke Akio from his writings, "Can you please leave? There are other customer waiting for that table."
The Blue Pilgrim gave a sheepish smile as he closed his weathered tome, "My apologies, I can lose track of the time."
Honestly the small dinner he was in wasn't overcrowded at all, it was mostly empty. But by the quick glances and the air of unease he could feel from the other patrons it was clear for him to see--they didn't like him here. He could guess it was his appearance. Openly carrying swords was a bit of a strange thing these days.
The Pilgrim moved out along on his way. There were rumors of a strange force user, one they called a Mind Walker here. These beings were hard to find, and even harder to cox into giving their wisdom. But as the Chiss moved through the streets of Kessel, he was confident he could convince the man with a few force baubles, baring any unforeseen interference, that is.....
[member="Akuma"]