Private Moderation In All Things, Including Moderation

[Jyoti Nooran]

Robes

Jyoti had an appointment in the morning, but that didn't stop the Echani from tending to the garden near the assigned meeting place, pruning and collecting herbs. Currently her sights was on a Gimer bush.

Every few moments there came a snip from ornate scissors as she cut into the whisplike like bushels of foliage to encourage the growth of new buds. Such slender stems and leaves reminded her of the willow trees that had been planted around the lake, but they gave off a much more pleasing scent when cut. Some people like to to chew on the branches and leaves for their nutrients, but finding the taste too bitter, she much rather preferred it in tea form.

By now she had amassed quite a collection of herbs, from chamomile to lemon grass. Quite a large haul to be later dried or flash frozen. She wasn't sure when she would get another chance, so she had been a little greedy this time around. Disturbances across many fronts often kept her away from the temple. This should have been a time where the Jedi Master slowed down a little, but she just couldn't help it. There was a galaxy in need.

One last memento before she hit the starlanes again.

Sadira Valen

 

[Sadira Valen]

"Master Nooran?" A voice called curiously, over the steady trickle of water. Sadira stood next to the fountain in the garden, having arrived about ten minutes early. She could hear the quiet snips of scissors cutting through thin branches, somewhere in the ornate maze of plants. She could sense the woman nearby, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where she was. Of course, she could have sought her out if she explored a little, but that seemed a bit...weird. Best to just wait. There was no rush, anyway.

It had taken some time, but the Silver Order was finally able to place her with a new Master. A bittersweet development. There was still an uncomfortable mix of emotions stewing below the surface at the death of her first one. Something the Padawan had 'dutifully' stuffed down in lieu of pushing forward and keeping focused. Granted, it had been necessary in the hazardous circumstances in which it happened, but it was over now, and still she ignored the ripple it left.

She knew almost nothing of Jyoti Nooran. Mostly that she was an Echani, a Jedi Master, and some unnecessary remarks about her being beautiful. Sadira considered herself adaptable enough not to have much preference in who mentored her, so the limited information didn't affect her. Either through her naivety and inexperience, or pure loyalty to the Silver Order, she assumed any Knight or Master would be good for her personal growth.

And so she waited. Hands clasped behind her back, gazing around at all the plants. Both eager to continue her journey, and slightly apprehensive for what was to come, now that she experienced first-hand how rapidly things can change.

Jyoti Nooran