Mago Leomax
Blindfold
When three masters of yours go into war and die right after the other, always leaving you alone for your safety, well, you look for friends. When all your peers are off on missions with their masters, well, you find other friends. Mago's friends were books and the librarians of the Jedi Temple. Mago had read entire shelves and isles with how long he had been here. An Interesting thing about his reading was that he didn't have any eyes.
Miraluka see through the Force, and each describes the experience a little bit differently. Mago couldn't see colors, but he saw outlines and shapes and Auras of people. He also could see through things, like four rows ahead of him was a Jedi Knight scanning for something on Trandoshian history. He was in the wrong section entirely. A floor below and across the library was two younglings playing hide and seek. They were skipping a lesson and a Knight would be by soon to pick them up, surely. This sight allowed him to read things just as well, whether physical or digital or holo.
Mago picked out the next volumes of ancient Coruscant-y history and brought them over to his reading table, the holobooks softly glowing their blue hue. Opening it up, he quickly discovered that he must have missed a volume. He was sure he had picked the next ones in line, where did this missing one go? He walked back to the shelf to get a better picture, retraced the line of volumes and... one was missing. Who had taken it? He began walking around, checking stacks of books or those in the middle of reading to see if they had what he was looking for. No, no, not them, where was this?
Tala Vale
Miraluka see through the Force, and each describes the experience a little bit differently. Mago couldn't see colors, but he saw outlines and shapes and Auras of people. He also could see through things, like four rows ahead of him was a Jedi Knight scanning for something on Trandoshian history. He was in the wrong section entirely. A floor below and across the library was two younglings playing hide and seek. They were skipping a lesson and a Knight would be by soon to pick them up, surely. This sight allowed him to read things just as well, whether physical or digital or holo.
Mago picked out the next volumes of ancient Coruscant-y history and brought them over to his reading table, the holobooks softly glowing their blue hue. Opening it up, he quickly discovered that he must have missed a volume. He was sure he had picked the next ones in line, where did this missing one go? He walked back to the shelf to get a better picture, retraced the line of volumes and... one was missing. Who had taken it? He began walking around, checking stacks of books or those in the middle of reading to see if they had what he was looking for. No, no, not them, where was this?
