Private Roots in Quiet Soil

[Elenna Sylari]

ROOTS IN QUIET SOIL
A Story of Introspection & Discovery​

ELENNA SYLARI
Shiraya's Sanctuary. Naboo
Early Morning

Quiet & quaint.

Trees rustled alongside the songs of various Naboolian birds. Rays of golden sunshine illuminated the garden alcove, interrupted only by the trees before touching the warm and welcoming stone walls of the Jedi temple; The Sanctuary was quiet this early in the morning, the halls dotted with roaming Masters & Knights beginning their days, or eager Padawans wanting to get a jump on their day ahead.

Elenna hadn't been up long herself, yet she made it a point- almost a ritual- to start her days in a small garden alcove tucked away in a quiet corner of the Sanctuary; And she had made it clear to those who'd be brave enough to ask that this would be the time to come and see her, before she buried her head in research, lectures and teaching.

Tap, tap, tap.

She had finished gently stirring her tea. She took a deep breath as she admired the garden in her vicinity- of which she had encouraged a few Padawans to help maintain. A gentle breeze ran through her wispy, grey hair, directing the steam from her cup as it did so, and causing some chimes nearby to produce its own soft music.

Sip.

Elenna took a slow sip of her steaming tea, closing her eyes for but a moment as she took it all in. Mornings like this offered a unique moment of introspection. The calm, the quiet, the peace. A moment to acknowledge, and reflect upon those around her, soon to begin another chapter of their busy, unique and important lives. A moment to understand and listen to the soil, the trees and the birds, to understand that life is everywhere and flows through everything. A moment to wonder what the day would bring, who would seek her counsel, whose life would she have the privilege of playing a part in.

Her life had been long and purposeful. She had no stories to tell of defeating great evils, or thwarting the plans of those who would cause harm to the galaxy; Yet she could tell many stories of Younglings she had guided, Padawans she had taken as her apprentice or had held lectures for, and the counsel that Knights & Masters had sought her out. Her journey had been one of learning, discovering and guiding- and she was grateful for the privilege of being a part of so many lives.

After another deep breath, her eyes opened once more. Sat peacefully, she took another sip of her tea as she continued to ponder, and meditate...

Cerys Dyn

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[Cerys Dyn]

Every step was intentional. Every step landed firmly. Every step made a clipping noise. Because Cerys was annoyed with her master...again.

He still refused to offer her the trials. Still insisted she had not grown in the areas that he had highlighted. Of course, Brandyn had been more diplomatic about the way he said it, but it was still as stupid a thing as it had been before. She could be perfectly diplomatic, and kind, and caring...just...there was so much pressure to be like the other Jedi. Those other Jedi and all their families, and spouses, and lovers. It was sickening.

She shook her head. Her lekku flapped about with as much incredulity as she felt. Reprimand. That was the immediate feeling she felt after thinking the word 'sickening'. She had reprimanded herself.

It was with this air of self-flagellation and frustration that Cerys entered into the vicinity of the elderly Jedi Master.

The agrarian nature of her surroundings caught Cerys by surprise. She hadn't intended to go for a walk in the garden. But perhaps it was exactly what she needed. Alone time. In the garden.

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[Elenna Sylari]

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ELENNA SYLARI
Shiraya's Sanctuary. Naboo
Early Morning

Silence...

Moments passed, a gust of wind nudged the trees above, rustling its leaves as it did so. Once again, Elenna closed her eyes to listen to the singing chimes, taking yet another moment of reflection- this time, wondering how Zahari Kaan was progressing with her rehabilitation, and if Cerys Dyn had learnt anything from their tour of the temple. Or perhaps in retrospect.

...

Elenna's eyes opened slowly to the sight of Cerys' standing in-front of her. Her face unchanged, unsurprised. She gestured to the seat next to her. "Wont you join me?" Her hand reaching over the steaming pot of tea, gently pushing a cup into position before pouring- effectively attempting to making the choice for the Padawan.

Should her offer be accepted, she'd let the silence of nature fill the void once more for a few moments. Of course, such an opportunity presented its own benefits, namely a few moments for the seemingly distressed Padawan to calm herself. Elenna would sit with her for a while longer in silence, taking a sip of her tea.

"My dear Cerys, you act like a ripple in the water-" she stopped herself from turning the moment into a lecture. She let out a sigh, her eyes scanning the garden slowly for a few moments, offering a quiet pause while she decided whether to continue talking- or whether to let Cerys talk first.

She made her decision. "-You seem troubled..." Short. Simple. Effective. It handed control to a frustrated Cerys.

Whatever the young Padawan decided to do, whether it be to vent, sit in silence or storm off into the garden, Elenna would be there- waiting.

... Sip.

Cerys Dyn

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