Warren's ears twitched beneath his hood as Novac approached. Even standing at nearly
two meters tall himself, the sheer size of the serpent-like Padawan was intimidating. He was longer than some of the ships
Warren had ridden in, and it was safe to say he hadn't seen anyone like him before. Not wanting to appear rude, he pushed the feeling aside and glanced back toward
Novac, finally meeting his gaze.
"I'm Warren," he said simply.
"And no… not really." His nose tipped upward again out of instinct, even though he already knew it would give him nothing.
"The cold is okay. The dryness is…" He paused, searching for the right word before settling on,
"wrong." He could handle the cold well enough, but his fur needed moisture to stay healthy. He imagined
Novac could relate in his own way, being reptilian, the cold was likely
far worse for him.
Their conversation didn't last long before the group was ushered into the cave. Standing at its mouth had been overwhelming on its own, but stepping inside was something else entirely.
Warren found himself staring upward as the cavern
swallowed them whole, his eyes tracing the immense ceiling overhead as the last of the wind faded behind them. The silence that replaced it was hypnotic in its own sense. The Force
thrummed through the space, echoing through the crystals like reflections on mirrors, lighting the cavern with a presence that was
impossible to ignore.
His wide brown eyes scanned the cave, searching for
any sign of the crystals, his focus narrowing to the task at hand. As
Warren walked, the presence of the others began to slip from his awareness, not all at once but
gradually, like something being pulled away without him noticing. His thoughts drifted instead to what it would feel like to
find his crystal, what it would mean to finally complete this step. For a moment, there was
pride in that thought, something warm and steady, and with it came the image of his Master standing beside him,
watching.
The feeling caught in his throat before he could
fully settle into it.
Warren swallowed hard, forcing it down as quickly as it had surfaced, unwilling to let it linger long enough to turn into something
heavier. The warmth twisted into something uncertain, and doubt followed close behind, creeping in where confidence
should have been.
He lingered in that space longer than he realized. When he finally looked back,
the others were gone.
Warren turned, scanning the path behind him, listening for footsteps or voices, but the cave offered
nothing in return. Even as he retraced a few careful steps, the surroundings felt unfamiliar, wrong in a way he couldn't fully explain. The more he
tried to remember where he had come from, the less certain he became, as if the cave itself had
quietly erased the path behind him.
He stood there for a moment,
alone in the silence, letting the realization settle without letting it overwhelm him. Beneath the uncertainty, there was something else, something
quieter but steady enough to hold onto.
A pull. Not strong or demanding, but persistent in a way that was difficult to ignore.
Warren drew in a slow breath, steadying himself, and turned back toward the deeper tunnels. Whatever waited for him further in, whatever this place intended to show him, he would have to face it.
It was the only way forward, whether he liked it or not.