Naboo had long been home to Mephirium's family. His mother's side had hailed from the garden world for centuries, and served in its upper political tiers for many long years. his father's had come at behest of his mother, and made their home here shortly thereafter. The world itself was close to Mephirium's heart, almost as much as Ession, but it could never trump the world he'd made his true home.
Even still, as he wandered through the fields outside his family's historic homestead, he found things to be idyllic. Clad in a simple working tunic and long black pants, he looked akin to any other commoner. The only thing that made him distinct was the cylindrical object hanging from from his belt. This area of Naboo was rustic, and everyone around here knew him to be the son of the late Feena Mason. There would have been no point in hiding whom he truly was.
Alone, he wandered the roads that lead to Keren. The walk was a long one, but it helped him to clear his head after all the political going-ons he'd recently found himself wrapped up in. The stroll might have been perfect, were it not for the niggling in the back of his mind. His brow furrowed as he looked toward the source of it -- a blackness on this otherwise sunny day. He could not see the creature as it was some distance away, but he most certainly could feel it. Frowning, Mephirium began to move toward the dark spot.
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