Herbs

[Cedric Grayson]

No, not that kind.

Darius was always the curious sort. He had a thing for learning all that he could about...well, everything really. When he was dropped off at the temple on Sullust, he had a field day. Exploring the old abandoned temples had been entertaining -- wandering around a structure that was still very much in use was something else entirely.

He'd absconded the traditional Jedi robes in favor of a simple leather jacket. From what he'd seen thus far, most of the folks here dressed similarly anyway. There was no point in making a conscious effort to stand out among his peers. The lack of a lightsaber on his belt did that enough already.

The greenhouses had stolen his attention. On Endor, everything was either very large, or very small. There was no middle ground, and every plant was adapted perfectly to bring about the demise of another. It wasn't a bad thing; evolution just worked that way. It was different here. Plants, ranging from small patches of colorful flowers to adolescent Wroshyr trees were kept here.

Was it odd for such things to draw his attentions over the vast archives of knowledge kept here? Probably, but he was too busy trying to figure out how in Corellia's Nine Hells one of the little tree was growing without any sunlight.

[member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Darius"]

Tiland tottered around the gardens as usual, pausing to examine the various plants and either add a touch of fertilizer or a soft surge through the Force to strengthen and enliven the little plant. Every moment was gentle, delicate even and overflowing with quiet compassion. These plants were his family. Silent and still, untouched by the larger conflicts of the galaxy. Instead they searched for the way to be their best selves. Not unlike himself, in fact.

But somebody else was here in fact, and he seemed to be very interested in one of the trees. Tiland brushed the dirt from his hands onto his robes and walked over, staff thumping along beside him until he paused nearby and leaned on it.

"Well met, friend, you seem perplexed. Might I be of help?"

 

[Cedric Grayson]

What?

The stranger stirred Darius from his thoughts. His senses were not as attuned as they needed to be. Tiland had managed to sneak up on the padawan without trying. Darius turned to face the man, lips pursed as he tried to find an answer. He wanted to know if he needed help? Oh, yes, of course, that was a general question.

"Oh, I was just looking around," he smiled, "I just came in from Endor. I was doing comparisons on the fauna. Everything we have back home is either enormous or tiny. It's all specialized too." He motioned toward the tree, "Nothing like this. I guess you could just say I'm curious."

Rambling again.

The padawan held out a hand. It was impolite not to make a proper introduction, and Darius had been raised to be the perfect gentle man when he could manage.

"My name is Darius, sir. I'm a padawan."

[member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Darius"]

Tiland nodded, bending down to examine some of the plants. They seemed to be doing well, all things considered. Hardly their desired environment, but the Jedi were doing what they could to keep them healthy and flourishing.

"Curious, you say?" He rose, brushing his hands together, "About anything specific? And well met, Padawan Darius. I am Tiland Kortun." He shook the proffered hand. "What brings you to Sullust?"

He moved aside again to tend for a different plant, adjusting its water and nutrients, giving it a short pulse of the Force to give it a strengthened vitality. "Endor is not close, after all." He paused to look back over to the very much younger man. He seemed a little bit lost, disconnected, and not entirely sure what he was doing.