ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ "ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ" ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
She didn't use her 'office' very often. Sitting in a room and meditating, or doing file work, was not Ala's speed. She liked to be out among the Order, interacting and connecting with younglings, apprentices...gardeners. Everyone. But for this, her office would do.
Though it did not feel like hers. Nothing in the room had her touch. She would need to change that soon.
The vision had happened again. The new one. Another of her dying, but this was not the scene she had seen for years, fighting atop a cliff against dark spirits. No, this vision ended when the face of her assailant entered her view. Lorn.
Whoever was causing her this pain, whichever dark Force was sending her this vision, would need to be tracked down. And soon.
Despite awaiting the Padawan's arrival, the hiss of the door opening did make Ala start, just a little. She really needed to get a handle on how easily her mind wandered when the vision began. She quickly recovered her wits.
"Padawan Dinn. Thank you for coming." Ala said, walking slowly around the ridiculously large desk. Her poise was easy, relaxed — hands held loosely behind her back.
"I am all ears." She turned her exposed, elven ear towards her in a show of humour. Hopefully, that would ease the tension.
