The Eye of the Storm
Jonyna stood outside of the temple entrance, the wind of the lothal plains rushing through her hair.
She'd started reaching out to old contacts. Old friends from the NJO. People she could confirm were still alive. Lily was, once upon a time, a padawan of Val. For that reason alone, she trusted the girl.
She needed to keep up with old friends, lest she fall into the trap of loneliness.
For now, she waited. Waited for the girl she hadn't seen in ages arrive.
Part of her worried Lily wouldn't even remember her name.