Nubica Felidae
We are well and truly forked...

When you’ve spent half of your life on one planet and in a certain way of life, you come to accept everything offered as normal. As the way it should be.
But recent trips had allowed Nubica a wider perspective of the galaxy and instead of providing answers and reassurances, had simply opened up a whole host of new questions.
Like, when is a Jedi not a Jedi? Who told you where to go or what to do? Who paid the bills? Did you have to wear robes? Did you use different Abilities?
So when she heard that a Jedi was going to visit the Academy from outside of the Republic Order, she jumped at the chance at being the meeter and greeter at the hangar. To show the Jedi around and explain what training happened on Ossus and the facilities on offer.
So she stood, waiting for the vessel to arrive – never failing to be awed by the hangar that was quite literally cut out of the side of a cliff. The sight of a ship coming in to land was always exhilarating.
She glanced down at her robes. They were so dark brown as to be mistaken for black and had noticed that they showed up fluff a lot more than the more muted tones. So she picked pieces of cotton off them – as well as the stray hair – before returning her attention to a ship that was making its final approach.
She was oddly anxious – and had no understanding as to the why.
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