Light
Aiden inhaled quietly, letting the serenity of the temple settle into him. Naboo always greeted him like a reminder, gentle, unhurried, patient. Today, he hoped he could return a small measure of that peace.
The steam rising from the wrapped mug drifted into the cool air, carrying the scent of rich chocolate and spice. Beneath his other arm, a small tin of fresh cookies, still warm from the kitchens, pressed softly against his armor. He had baked them himself that morning, a fact he hoped Grandmaster Ala Quin would appreciate more than tease him for.
It wasn't often one formally visited the Grandmaster without being summoned. But courtesy mattered. Respect mattered. And Aiden had been raised, with or without a Temple, to understand the value of arriving with something in hand and sincerity in his heart.
As he reached the Sanctuary's inner garden, the quiet hum of meditation crystals gently vibrated in the air. Pale light danced along the curved pillars as if acknowledging his presence. A flock of mirror-feathered birds took flight overhead, wings catching dawnlight like shards of glass.
Aiden paused only long enough to steady his breath.
All right, he told himself, tightening his grip around the tin. Cookies, conversation, and perhaps a moment of honest clarity. No reason to be tense. Ala Quin had faced darkness and her own demons of her dreams. She can survive baked goods from a Jedi Knight.
He stepped toward her chamber doors, raising his hand to knock just as the wood slid aside on its own, softly, gracefully, as though someone inside had known he was coming long before he arrived.
Aiden offered a sincere smile.
"Grandmaster Quin… I brought something for you."
The warm scent of chocolate drifted in after him like a peace offering.
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