Rosario Perlyn
Pink Padawan
"Master, this place is amazing!" Rosario cried elatedly as she emerged from the jungle. Knowing her, Zylah could be sure that the words would have been accompanied by an expressive gesture of her arms, had she not been busy holding her tunic so that it formed a bowl full of pink mushrooms.
It was remarkable how quickly and naturally Rosario had taken to the Jedi's precept of living in the moment, if perhaps not in quite the way it was meant to be understood.
Life in the jungle of Ithor was lonely, with only [member="Zylah Dvale"] and her curious friend Herron Sarat for company. The pair of them was quite the puzzle to the little Zeltron, for despite the familiarity between them that was obvious, they never seemed to touch each other. The past months had precipitated remarkable changes in Rosario's mind and body, and it was not merely because she was becoming what most would consider an adult. Her time was spent in meditation and exercise that was meant to push her well beyond the level of fitness she had naturally maintained as a dancer, and she was exploring hitherto unprobed limitations physical and mental. But the dearth of social stimulation and attention was beginning to weigh on the young girl's mood.
She had her ship at her disposal, but would not dare to ask her master to be allowed to go further off-world than to the orbital habitats of the Ithorians who lived above them; and those, in their peaceful kindness, were alien to her and would not satisfy her longings for she did not herself know exactly what.
And yet is was easy to rouse Rosario from such moments of wistfulness into happy excitement by the mere promise of a novel discovery, and all the more so its realisation; though that itself was apt to give way to disappointment in turn. And so Zylah could be certain that her student's present laudation of their dwelling place would only too soon be followed by lamentations of the tediousness of life here.
With swift steps, Rosario slipped into the kitchen and unloaded the mushrooms onto the table before she brushed off her tunic. Realising that she was dirtying the floor with the soil from her clothes, it dawned on her that her shoes much have made an even greater mess which she would now have to clean up. The place already seemed slightly less amazing.
It was remarkable how quickly and naturally Rosario had taken to the Jedi's precept of living in the moment, if perhaps not in quite the way it was meant to be understood.
Life in the jungle of Ithor was lonely, with only [member="Zylah Dvale"] and her curious friend Herron Sarat for company. The pair of them was quite the puzzle to the little Zeltron, for despite the familiarity between them that was obvious, they never seemed to touch each other. The past months had precipitated remarkable changes in Rosario's mind and body, and it was not merely because she was becoming what most would consider an adult. Her time was spent in meditation and exercise that was meant to push her well beyond the level of fitness she had naturally maintained as a dancer, and she was exploring hitherto unprobed limitations physical and mental. But the dearth of social stimulation and attention was beginning to weigh on the young girl's mood.
She had her ship at her disposal, but would not dare to ask her master to be allowed to go further off-world than to the orbital habitats of the Ithorians who lived above them; and those, in their peaceful kindness, were alien to her and would not satisfy her longings for she did not herself know exactly what.
And yet is was easy to rouse Rosario from such moments of wistfulness into happy excitement by the mere promise of a novel discovery, and all the more so its realisation; though that itself was apt to give way to disappointment in turn. And so Zylah could be certain that her student's present laudation of their dwelling place would only too soon be followed by lamentations of the tediousness of life here.
With swift steps, Rosario slipped into the kitchen and unloaded the mushrooms onto the table before she brushed off her tunic. Realising that she was dirtying the floor with the soil from her clothes, it dawned on her that her shoes much have made an even greater mess which she would now have to clean up. The place already seemed slightly less amazing.