Lysander von Ascania
Bard of Korriban
Lysander stepped out from the halls of Kor’ethr Academy, glancing toward the fading sun, which suggested it was already late in the afternoon. As had become routine, he donned a black tunic and leggings again. Unlike many of the other acolytes, who opted for black combat boots, he adorned sleek black high-tops. A forest green backpack hung over one shoulder, though the written contents inside were from a heart more interested in poetry than academic work.
Though today was a rest day from the gym, it was a struggle to not show up, even if his body was screaming for a much needed break. He’d grown rather accustomed to throwing steel plates around with the Zabrak by now. But tonight was different. He had plans with Haro, which promised laughter.
Only moments after meeting, they were en route to their destination. “Man, I’m so glad classes are over today,” he muttered, rubbing his neck. “My brain was totally elsewhere during the lab.. but at least for lightsaber instruction I could just show up and put in the work. Djem So is finally starting to feel more natural.”
Reaching around and into the side pocket of his backpack, he retrieved something carefully rolled. He held it up for one final inspection. Not his best work, but the acolyte figured it would’ve been good enough to get a nod of approval from
Madrona A’Mia
who’d also become a mentor of sorts recently. Bringing it to his lips, Lysander retrieved a lighter from his pocket and flicked it, touching the flame to the tip. Inhaling deeply, he tasted the pine and citrus flavors before a light cough escaped. Tension that had been coiled in his shoulders melted away as he entered a new state of relaxation.
He took another long drag, letting it fill his lungs, while smoothly swapping the lighter for his smaller datapad. As usual, he felt foolish for even checking—it wasn’t like he expected any messages from
Sibylla Abrantes
. Smoke curled into the cool air as he exhaled slowly. Pulling himself from deep contemplation, Lysander glanced at Haro and offered the rolled item along with a wry smile. "I'm pretty sure when a girl says 'I'm fine,' she’s actually not fine,” he mused. With the device no longer threatening to consume him, he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair and gazed ahead. "I've come to realize it's actually the exact opposite. It's like.. a Jedi mind trick or something, you know?”Neon lights from the arcade in the distance beckoned him forward. “Loud music and trying to beat someone’s high score sound fun.”