Silver Star
Outfit: Personal Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Engagement Ring
Companion: Isari
Tag:
Jane
The gardens of Snowpeak Sanctuary breathed in peaceful stillness. White stone paths wound between beds of pale blossoms, their petals cupped like hands holding morning light. Beyond them, the silver peaks of Eshan lay veiled in soft mist, their outlines shifting and reforming with every breath of wind.
Eve sat cross-legged in the grass, her palms resting lightly upon her knees, her eye closed. No effort pressed upon her posture; she was as a stone set in the current of the world, neither resisting nor grasping. Her breath came and went as if it belonged more to the garden than to her, threading with the murmur of leaves and the faint hush of distant snowmelt.
A few steps away, Isari lay curled, silver fur rising and falling with a rhythm of her own. The fox's eyes were shut, but not in sleep as others would know it. Her stillness carried the hush of a deeper listening, a meditation of creatures attuned by the ancient pulse of the earth.
The air was clear and cool, touched with the fragrance of stone warmed by sunlight. In this place, time did not move forward so much as ripple outward. Each moment was complete: breath, silence, light on the water of the fountain.
And in that completeness, Eve felt the faint stirring of her own presence within the greater flow, no longer the child she had been, not yet the Master she would one day become, but a being poised like the mountains themselves, listening, waiting, becoming.