Kerri Aislinn
Fly Away
@[member="Krest"]
There was a coffee shop not too far from the orphanage I've always lived in. Being blind, I could never tell you what it looked like. However, being "Force Sensitive" allowed me to take things in through the Force. Saying this, I was able to make it to a chair with a cup of coffee and a chocolate muffin without any problems. Now I just sat there. I could feel my boots against the solid beams of a chair. My muffin was off to the side on a napkin while I kept my warm coffee cup between my hands. I always loved the smell of this place, it was full of fragrances like fresh coffee beans, pastries... eventually they would serve soups and subs, but not until lunch time. I bent down until the Force told me to stop and took the warmth of my coffee in. This coffee shop, the Corusant Coffe Cup, was starting to wake me up...
I was told by the people back home that once I was old enough I'd be stopping here every day on the way to whatever work I got. I was already considering working here though, probably the best place to be in the galaxy.
What was that though? What did I sense? I felt bolstered to excitement when I sensed a certain someone. I didn't know why, but the Force clearly was with whoever this person was. It was like a much darker thing than I though. It felt... cold... terrifying... all I could put to it was the word "dark." I knew there were people out there who "trained" in using this Force, my eyes, in combat. I never partook in such things, I didn't see anything behind it's needs. The Force was my guide, not any kind of weapon. This feeling though, these shockwaves through the Force... I didn't know where in the building he was, but I found myself slinking down in my high wooden chair.
There was a coffee shop not too far from the orphanage I've always lived in. Being blind, I could never tell you what it looked like. However, being "Force Sensitive" allowed me to take things in through the Force. Saying this, I was able to make it to a chair with a cup of coffee and a chocolate muffin without any problems. Now I just sat there. I could feel my boots against the solid beams of a chair. My muffin was off to the side on a napkin while I kept my warm coffee cup between my hands. I always loved the smell of this place, it was full of fragrances like fresh coffee beans, pastries... eventually they would serve soups and subs, but not until lunch time. I bent down until the Force told me to stop and took the warmth of my coffee in. This coffee shop, the Corusant Coffe Cup, was starting to wake me up...
I was told by the people back home that once I was old enough I'd be stopping here every day on the way to whatever work I got. I was already considering working here though, probably the best place to be in the galaxy.
What was that though? What did I sense? I felt bolstered to excitement when I sensed a certain someone. I didn't know why, but the Force clearly was with whoever this person was. It was like a much darker thing than I though. It felt... cold... terrifying... all I could put to it was the word "dark." I knew there were people out there who "trained" in using this Force, my eyes, in combat. I never partook in such things, I didn't see anything behind it's needs. The Force was my guide, not any kind of weapon. This feeling though, these shockwaves through the Force... I didn't know where in the building he was, but I found myself slinking down in my high wooden chair.
