Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Solan sighed as he sat back in a cafe that occupied the streets of Naboo, a quiet place and time where he smiled and looked among its people with a sigh. Such a nice life, peaceful and blissful to the point where there was few signs of any war. He always did like Naboo for that, they stuck out of the galaxy unless it was truly important. What he liked more was the beauty that came with the planet's landscape and buildings. It was something he envied and wished at times for there to be on Kesh. He could always hope one day that he could create some place of pure beauty with no other purpose. Even his garden had become a meeting place and he wanted something that was... perfectly made to admire. But that was a thought for another time, for now the tea was what was important to him as he drank from it.