Zonia Kalranoos
Caveat emptor
Nights here were relatively cold, unlike in the subtropical climate of Ossus where temperature varied ever so slightly between midday and midnight. Thanewulf sank into the wolly blanket she took away from the Jedi Order, together with meager few belongings she stashed into a worn leather backpack. A knife, a spare change of modest clothing, phosporic matches, a datapad...nothing of value, nothing of use to a Jedi. Her attachment to things and people was rudimentary, as prescribed by the Jedi code, thus making it almost effortless to leave without long-winded explanations and soppy good-byes.
Eight hundred years in carbonite did not shift her preferences towards structure, hierarchy and subjogation to whims of others in her daily life. If Thanewulf had a hard time fitting with the Jedi of the Old, what made her think something had changed? The Jedi were equally ignorant, falsely confident, blinded and unaware. She watched the Republic crumble once before and was not ready to have front row seats to an imminent re-run of that scenario.
If nothing, sitting by the fire surrounded by pitch black forest was a true relief. Tionne had arrived to Voss several weeks ago, but remained hidden in the Force to escape the senses of trained Jedi roaming the planet. Instead, she merged with nature and let her mind rest, ruminating about things unrelated to Jedi and the Order. The sensation of being alone was rejuvenating, with no sentient creatures in radius of several miles. She half-smiled to herself and tossed another log into the fire. Vibrant flames surged around it, encompassing it within seconds. The intensity of heat radiated from the improvised hearth increased, bringing color to otherwise pale cheeks. The only thing missing was a flask with some Corellian brandy, a feast for the palate for purchase of which she had no funds. Wasn't it so sad, to miss the Jedi only for substinent supply of hard liquor?
[member="Connor Harrison"]
Eight hundred years in carbonite did not shift her preferences towards structure, hierarchy and subjogation to whims of others in her daily life. If Thanewulf had a hard time fitting with the Jedi of the Old, what made her think something had changed? The Jedi were equally ignorant, falsely confident, blinded and unaware. She watched the Republic crumble once before and was not ready to have front row seats to an imminent re-run of that scenario.
If nothing, sitting by the fire surrounded by pitch black forest was a true relief. Tionne had arrived to Voss several weeks ago, but remained hidden in the Force to escape the senses of trained Jedi roaming the planet. Instead, she merged with nature and let her mind rest, ruminating about things unrelated to Jedi and the Order. The sensation of being alone was rejuvenating, with no sentient creatures in radius of several miles. She half-smiled to herself and tossed another log into the fire. Vibrant flames surged around it, encompassing it within seconds. The intensity of heat radiated from the improvised hearth increased, bringing color to otherwise pale cheeks. The only thing missing was a flask with some Corellian brandy, a feast for the palate for purchase of which she had no funds. Wasn't it so sad, to miss the Jedi only for substinent supply of hard liquor?
[member="Connor Harrison"]