Jedi Praxeum
Eira Pechal
Dusk
There were many good things that had come with leaving Hapes - her utter freedom being the largest of these, in particular after being rescued by [member="Felicity Skye"] - but one thing was not-so-good, and the hardest of all to cope with; it happened every time the system star began to dip below the horizon. It was the coming of the night, and she wanted nothing to do with it, electing instead to keep brightly lit every area of the praxeum that she set foot in, and going out of her way to avoid windows where the encroaching darkness could be seen.
And going outside? Forget it. The less light there was, the blinder she became, and when blind, reason escaped her. It was terribly unbecoming, a state best avoided. And so, curled at one end of a long seat in an open room of the praxeum, directly under a light fixture cranked to full, Eline sat fixated on the brightness of a 'pad, both for its light, and the mounds of information she had accumulated within it, for a little bit at a time. Technology wasn't of much importance here, after all, and the information had much to do with what she'd left behind... and that was the thing, wasn't it? It was past.
She flipped the device face-down in her lap, perched her head against fingers at her temple, and bit back a sigh, her thoughts drifting to a small group of other praxeum residents who had went out for a little stargazing - it was a thing, here, unlike so many more advanced worlds, whose lights had blotted out the sky... in the words of the one who had pulled the group together and tried to invite her along. She would still be awake when they came back and turned in for the night, finding it hard to entertain shutting her eyes in the darkest hours, which in turn made her sleep right through most of the daylight hours, and put her on a different schedule than just about everyone else.
It wasn't easy to make friends like this. It was hard to live like this, being a slave to her fears.
Eira Pechal
Dusk
There were many good things that had come with leaving Hapes - her utter freedom being the largest of these, in particular after being rescued by [member="Felicity Skye"] - but one thing was not-so-good, and the hardest of all to cope with; it happened every time the system star began to dip below the horizon. It was the coming of the night, and she wanted nothing to do with it, electing instead to keep brightly lit every area of the praxeum that she set foot in, and going out of her way to avoid windows where the encroaching darkness could be seen.
And going outside? Forget it. The less light there was, the blinder she became, and when blind, reason escaped her. It was terribly unbecoming, a state best avoided. And so, curled at one end of a long seat in an open room of the praxeum, directly under a light fixture cranked to full, Eline sat fixated on the brightness of a 'pad, both for its light, and the mounds of information she had accumulated within it, for a little bit at a time. Technology wasn't of much importance here, after all, and the information had much to do with what she'd left behind... and that was the thing, wasn't it? It was past.
She flipped the device face-down in her lap, perched her head against fingers at her temple, and bit back a sigh, her thoughts drifting to a small group of other praxeum residents who had went out for a little stargazing - it was a thing, here, unlike so many more advanced worlds, whose lights had blotted out the sky... in the words of the one who had pulled the group together and tried to invite her along. She would still be awake when they came back and turned in for the night, finding it hard to entertain shutting her eyes in the darkest hours, which in turn made her sleep right through most of the daylight hours, and put her on a different schedule than just about everyone else.
It wasn't easy to make friends like this. It was hard to live like this, being a slave to her fears.
