She Left Behind A Legacy
JEDI TEMPLE | CORUSCANT
SOME SMALL OPEN LECTURE HALL...
At the center of this serene chamber, Jade stood at a polished stone table, her eyes focused intently on the array of herbs and alchemical ingredients that lay before her. The air was rich with the earthy scent of dried leaves and the subtle tang of crushed minerals. A gentle breeze swept through the open windows, carrying with it the distant song of rustle of leaves, the mechanical hum of far off droids, and soft cadences of footsteps there and gone.
Sciatica pain had been keeping her off the scene for a bit...
This woman, stood in the prime of her years, though time had bestowed upon her a youthful grace that belied her true age. Her blonde hair cascaded in elegant waves down her back, woven with delicate platinum strands that caught the sunlight like star. Over her bodysuit, a flowing cape of deep brown swayed with her movements like the tides of an ancient ocean. Her hands, adorned with silver rings that glinted like starlight, worked deftly amidst the ingredients. Each motion was precise, a dance of knowledge and skill passed down through the ages. She selected a handful of delicate blossoms, their petals a vivid shade of cerulean, and crushed them with a mortar and pestle. The room was filled with the sweet scent of crushed flowers, mingling with the earthy undertones of roots and minerals.
She had saw this room to be open and taken to her own study...often disregarding the office she had been given to spend her time freely in else-parts of the structure..hoping to keep interactions open. However, she marked her name on the marker and left it open signaling she'd be in there.
The lecture hall, though modest in size, held an air of quiet reverence. Rows of intricately carved seats curved gently toward Romi's table, their cushions worn with the imprint of countless Jedi who had come before to learn and seek guidance. A towering holographic representation of the Jedi Code loomed above, its shifting glyphs a testament to the enduring principles that guided their Order.
As Romi worked, her gaze occasionally drifted toward the windows, where the vibrant hues of the temple gardens painted a mesmerizing tapestry against the sky. The breeze carried with it a whispering reminder of the symbiotic relationship the Jedi held with the world around them.
In the distance, the faint echoes of other Jedi-in-training could be heard, engaged in their own lessons and meditations. Yet within this lecture hall, a serene stillness held sway, a moment suspended in time as Romi's practiced hands mixed and blended, creating a salve that held both physical and spiritual healing properties. It was a testament to the Jedi way - the balance between science and the Force, the intricate dance between knowledge and intuition.
Romi continued her work. Her presence probably sensed by others seeking...maybe...
