Silver Star
Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Tag:
Ichika Masudo
The sun over Tython streamed through the tall, arched windows of the temple, warm and clean like a blessing. Light spilled across the stone corridors, painting Eve's path in gold as she made her way through the heart of the Jedi sanctuary. Her footsteps were soft — not hesitant, but thoughtful, her silver hair catching the light as she walked.
She was adjusting. Healing. Settling.
The weeks since her arrival on Tython had passed in a quiet rhythm of gardens, meditation halls, training rooms; the kind of peace that didn't erase pain, but allowed space to breathe through it. Slowly, she was laying foundations again, planting roots not only in the temple but in something more personal too. In stolen moments with Tigris — whispered dreams, half-laughed 'what ifs' — there’d been talk of even finding a little apartment, just theirs. Nothing grand. Just something together.
But today was for something else.
She stepped out from the cool shadow of the hallways and into the temple’s garden courtyards — a haven of wind-stirred leaves and slow-moving light. The scent of wildflowers lingered faintly in the air, mixed with the rich green of moss and stone. Somewhere nearby, a fountain trickled quietly, its soft rhythm syncing with her breath. This was where they’d agreed to meet — Master Ichika Masudo, healer of hearts and minds. Eve had heard of her before, not in loud boasts or glowing tales, but in soft-spoken gratitude. A presence felt more than seen. She was someone who listened. Who understood. Eve found a good amount of inspiration in the Master.
Eve reached a quiet bench nestled beneath the outstretched branches of a flowering tree. Isari padded silently beside her, the fox’s silver-striped coat catching in the light like silk threads. With a soft sound, the creature circled once and curled up at the bench’s base. Eve sat down, folding her hands in her lap. She was nervous, but not afraid. Curious. Hopeful. Maybe even a little excited. She had questions, not just about healing, but about what it meant to walk that path. To truly become someone who could help others, not just with power, but with patience. And soon, she’d ask them.
She glanced toward the garden’s entrance, waiting for Master Masudo to appear.