The afternoon sun was a warm blessing on her skin while she walked through neat rows of fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was sweet, spiced with citrus, and the wicker basket she held was slowly filling with yellow oblong shapes. When Gianna purchased the sprawling estate, she’d been hesitant. Jedi weren’t known for maintaining worldly goods and possessions. Yet, this place called to her. There was a small temple, beyond the vast orchards, beyond the grassy fields and rolling waves of gold. It was nearest to a rushing river that poured into one of the many lakes Naboo was bespectacled with.
It was filled with brightness.
The Light Side sang as sweetly as nightingales did chirrup in the evenings. It was warm. She felt safe there. As if no shadow could touch any corner of the area. No evil, no darkness, and no shred of the Dark Side existed there. She could heal others best when immersed in whatever it was that filled the area. It left the entire estate touched with a sense of goodness. As if the axis of this world had suddenly become perfectly aligned, spinning, just right.
Gianna hummed lightly under her breath while finished up her chores for the day before returning to the main house. There were several structures, that, when she’d come upon them had been in various states of disrepair. The area looked lovely now. Now roofs, new paint, new transparisteel windows. A freshly paved landing pad with refueling services. At one point everything had been dilapidated. No one had lived here, out in the middle of nowhere, in at least a decade.
The main house was spacious, open, and full of warmth. There was a comfortable living room with soft furniture that was designed to encourage long discussions they flowed well into the evening. Two kitchens, mostly, because she never knew when she might have a full house. There were several unoccupied guest bedrooms here, and others, in the adjacent carriage house. There were places to be alone. A sun room, to meditate, and a library full of things. Both paper books and holo-docs. Gianna had a secret love for real books, made from parchment, rather than steams of data.
Patterned skirts pulled across the grass while she picked lemons, made modest, by leggings underneath it. The
fabric was light—Lighter than air and her summery appearance was only enhanced by the healthy tan that touched typically pale skin. It showed that she spent a lot of time gardening, or, working in the orchards. She was awaiting the presence of one [member="Kat Decoria"]. The invitation had been sent, specifically, after her efforts had been noted on Taanab. Gianna wasn’t checking up on her so much as she was just…Checking up on her?
Naboo was a place for respite. It was beautiful, safe, and warm.
She heard a land speeder coming up the long, long drive, and eventually paused to make her way back toward the main houses. It was a little bit of a walk but she wasn’t hurried. Her home was in the middle of nowhere for a reason. Gianna liked space. She liked being able to give her friends and fellow Jedi a haven to recuperate, and learn, if needed.
Setting the wicker basket down on a stone bench she walked forward and waited to meet Padawan Decoria. When she came into view, Gianna gave a soft wave, and an equally soft smile.
“Did you find your way all right?”
She wasn’t concerned, as the Force felt settled, but she had noted the lateness of the hour. It didn’t take that long to get from the spaceport in Theed to her domicile.
