Light
Naboo
Theed Gardens
Tag:
Runa Trozky
The public gardens of Naboo were alive with gentle sound: fountains spilling into crystalline basins, songbirds trilling between flowering branches, and the soft chatter of citizens drifting along vine-wrapped paths. Sunlight filtered through canopies of green, dancing across polished marble benches and reflecting on the lily-strewn ponds. It was a place for civilians and Jedi alike to come and enjoy the view and focus on themselves.
At the heart of it all, seated upon a low stone platform beneath an old ancient tree, rested a Jedi Knight. His posture at ease as he sat cross legged, his cloak lightly shifted faintly in the breeze. Hands folded upon his knees, his breathing was measured, steady, each inhale and exhale threading into the rhythm of the gardens themselves. The curve of his saber hilt lay at his side, untouched, as much a part of him as the serenity he projected.
Though eyes remained closed, his awareness reached outward, interwoven with the life around him. He felt the whisper of insects stirring in the grass, the quiet patience of roots deep in the soil, the passing joy and weariness of those who strolled nearby. In this place, there was no divide between Knight and world, only harmony, quiet and profound.
Passersby slowed in their steps, hushed by his presence, sensing without knowing that peace radiated from him like sunlight. To the Naboo, and the High Republic, the Jedi had always been guardians, but here he was not warrior, nor diplomat. He was just a still point of calm amid the ever-turning current of the galaxy.
Theed Gardens
Tag:
Runa Trozky
The public gardens of Naboo were alive with gentle sound: fountains spilling into crystalline basins, songbirds trilling between flowering branches, and the soft chatter of citizens drifting along vine-wrapped paths. Sunlight filtered through canopies of green, dancing across polished marble benches and reflecting on the lily-strewn ponds. It was a place for civilians and Jedi alike to come and enjoy the view and focus on themselves.
At the heart of it all, seated upon a low stone platform beneath an old ancient tree, rested a Jedi Knight. His posture at ease as he sat cross legged, his cloak lightly shifted faintly in the breeze. Hands folded upon his knees, his breathing was measured, steady, each inhale and exhale threading into the rhythm of the gardens themselves. The curve of his saber hilt lay at his side, untouched, as much a part of him as the serenity he projected.
Though eyes remained closed, his awareness reached outward, interwoven with the life around him. He felt the whisper of insects stirring in the grass, the quiet patience of roots deep in the soil, the passing joy and weariness of those who strolled nearby. In this place, there was no divide between Knight and world, only harmony, quiet and profound.
Passersby slowed in their steps, hushed by his presence, sensing without knowing that peace radiated from him like sunlight. To the Naboo, and the High Republic, the Jedi had always been guardians, but here he was not warrior, nor diplomat. He was just a still point of calm amid the ever-turning current of the galaxy.