Outfit: x x x x x |
Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with:
Iris Arani
Shan
Aris Noble
Colette
Corazona von Ascania
Makko Vyres
Katherine Holt
Lily Decoria
Lily Rhodes
Connel Vanagor
Everyone!
For a moment, Zaiya could only kneel there. Utterly still, softly glowing, and feeling
everything.
She could hear the light hum of the lightsaber above her shoulder. The sheer warmth of the gathered people around her. The quiet, steady presence of Iris… of Shan… of everyone who had ever reached out to her when she had been full of doubts, overthinking thoughts, and full of fears of affecting and unintentionally influencing others with her empathic bonds and connections.
There was such a crashing, rolling wave of emotion...and then there was light.
Not from the blade.
From
her.
It bloomed outward over her mottled spots and stripes from her head and cascaded down across her rosy-gold skin in a breathtaking display of color. Iridescent blues, radiant golds, soft pinks, and shimmering teals were all ebbing and flowing into one another over the Lovalla in a living, shifting kaleidoscopic tapestry of feeling, of joy so vast it refused to be contained.
Ever so slowly, Zaiya rose to her feet, and those opal blue iridescent eyes of hers found Iris first. And for once in her every busy, bouncy mind, there was no tumble of thoughts racing ahead of her words.
Just the utterly joyful and steady hopeful presence that was the newly knighted Lovalla Jedi.
"Thank you… Master Iris Arani," she said softly, using the full name with care, with meaning.
"I wanted to say it properly… at least once."
Her lips curved into a small, warm smile.
"And… thank you for believing I could get here."
Her gaze drifted then, moving towards Shan, to Cora and Luciana and Makko, to Lily, Katherine, Aiden, Colette, to everyone, her glow pulsing gently with each name and memory... only for her thoughts to wander back as her attention settled upon Aris.
Then to the memory of the Bazaar of Four Winds, when she had first met him and started on this journey. She could almost see it again -- the colors, the noise, the endless swirl of people and possibilities... she had been fourteen. Curious and lonely. Feeling bright... but dimmed.
She hadn't known what the Force was. Hadn't understood Jedi or Sith or anything beyond the simple, overwhelming wonder of
feeling someone else for the first time.
She remembered how she met Aris Noble then, the adorably pretty tall boy with the silvery hair and bright jade green eyes -- and how upon the discovery that she was Force Sensative, he hadn't told her
what she should become -- Just that she should
learn.
To explore, to choose for herself which path of the Force she wanted to take. To make that decision wholly informed on the pros and the cons, the risks and the benefits, the needs of others and her own as well.
And she had.
Through every lesson. Every misstep. Every moment of doubt and discovery with Aris, Braze, Mahsa, Cora, Shan, Colette, Vera, Loomi, Iris… and even Domxite in their own quiet, watchful way.
Each of them had been a light, and together… they had all shown her how to shine.
Zaiya blinked, returning to the present, her glow brightening again in a way that it had never been before.
"I didn't know what I would become," she admitted softly, voice carrying just enough for those gathered.
"But I knew I wanted to understand… to help… to connect."
Her smile grew, radiant and unguarded.
"And the Jedi… felt right."
It wasn't perfect. Nor was it at all easy. But it had felt right.
Those paint splattered hands clasped lightly in front of her as she looked at them all, her opal blue eyes shimmering.
"You all helped me become who I am," she said, voice warm and full.
"Every single one of you."
"...and I'm really, really glad I didn't stay at the Bazaar wondering what might happen if I tried," she added with a half laugh, the Lovalla taking them all in, looking at them all once more, committing the moment to memory. To the feeling. To the Force.
"I'll do my best," she said simply.
"To be a light… like you all were for me." And then, softer still, with an utter joy that could not be dimmed,
"…so thank you for being here."
The colors along her skin shimmered one last time, a quiet, brilliant celebration. And in that moment, surrounded by those who had shaped her, the Zaiya, a Lovalla so far from her homeworld and kind, stood not as a Padawan…but as a Jedi Knight.
Bright. Hopeful. And utterly, beautifully and
colorfully happy.