King Slayer
Aether knew precisely what to do with a small, Force-sensitive being finding their place in the galaxy. Most younglings belonged in the Temple creche, a safe, nurturing environment where they could grow, explore, and begin to learn the ways of the Force under the watchful care of the Jedi. There, surrounded by others like them, their journey could begin with balance, protection, and a newfound purpose.
Aether had brought
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to the Jedi Temple on Tython following her recent surgeryboth to recover and to begin acclimating to life as a Force-sensitive among others like her. Surrounded by the steady rhythm of Jedi life, Aether hoped she would come to understand that she was no longer alone in what she could feel.At first glance, Aether appeared more droid than anything else, gleaming, pristine, and composed. His silhouette mirrored that of a Jedi security unit but much larger. He wore the gold-trimmed regalia of a Temple Guard. Though seemingly unarmed, his posture carried the poise of one who was meant to protect sacred ground.
He stood at the edge of the main courtyard during the early morning hours, watching as a few small classes took place.
Before him was clusters of younglings sat in the grass, their small hands extended toward stones and ribbons that hovered midair. Creche masters were guiding them through the gentle disciplines of meditation and telekinesis, offering murmured instruction and occasional encouragement. Laughter and concentration mingled on the breeze amidsts the two groups.
