Gabriel Sionoma
Sheriff of Sulon
Wind cuts through the grain, a soft whistle of a tune. Soft rolling fields dull the thoughts of the day, a place were life and work go on, the sun crawling off the crest of a hill. Which hill was simply one to choose, the melody of their presence a soothing sight for the sorest of eyes. A home, centuries beneath the stone, it stood as a watchtower for such display of freedom and peace. Nestled in the heart of the Galactic Alliance, it made all the more sense.
Baron's head laid in the distance, darkened city the hub for the small moon and it's limited exports. Far removed from such things, the Homestead was a place of quiet serenity and growth. A place for the woes of the world to be left at the numerous doors, a place for children to be raised and crops to be grown. A place to rebuild.
The farm was new but it smelled old, the rustic wood throughout gave hints of aged varnish. Securities laid subtle but stern, prepared to protect when needed. Rooms for multiple families, rooms for friends, kitchens and family rooms for socializing and meaningful discussion. The world around the estate was inviting, crops of various types littering in patches of well kept gardens. Bubse trees to the north, their large fruits provided a hollistic cure for indigestion. A grove of oranges acidified the soil far to the south, on the edge of a hill with a healthy morning sun. A garden of sand sat kept, hugging the homestead, for those that needed it.
Gabriel needed it. He liked the feel of the warm mica beneath his feet, between his toes, as he tried to replicate a randomly generated pattern with a hard rake. It helped with the ache in his back, morning stretches not quite what he needed. Damage done on Taloraan, damage that would continue to bother him and linger, he padded softly through the white sand as he listened to the calls of birds overhead. He waited to be interrupted, the cries of babies woken from a restless nights slumber. The clank and scrape of scuffed metal, a bothersome droid. [member="Avalore Eden"] and her closest companion, [member="Meeristali Peradun"], might stir to wake in preparation for the day. Who knows.
He wondered if this would be a day like all the others, time spent between incursions into One Sith space. He had a desk that needed making. He had a pipeline to the Tap Tree that needed mending. And a bothersome oak snag in the field needed to be uprooted. But for now, those were tasks for future Gabriel. Now, he appreciated the rising sun and the rake of wood through crushed stone.
OOC:
If you are part of the Galactic Alliance, feel free to come around. Eat, do something, help Gabe with a task, maybe get something made, or just interact with one another. If you are unsure whether you should be here, PM me or Avalore and I'm sure we can work something out. This is a location thread, time is fluid, make it what you want.
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