Kit & Kaboodle
Kit stood at the threshold of her new dormitory, one small bag slung over her shoulder and a quiet, electric excitement humming beneath her skin. The polished stone floors of the Jedi academy on Naboo felt cool even through her boots,cooler than most would notice, but to her, it was grounding. Familiar.
Outside, the academy grounds were alive. Laughter echoed across the gardens as groups of younglings chased one another between the trees, their robes fluttering behind them. Not far off, a cluster of Padawans practiced under the careful watch of a Jedi Knight, training sabers flashing in controlled arcs, the steady rhythm of learning and discipline unfolding in real time.
Kit lingered for just a moment, taking it all in.
This was real.
For so long, her abilities had felt like something to hide, something unpredictable and dangerous. But here, they were something to be understood. Something to be shaped. For the first time, she wasn't the strange girl from the children's home, the one who was always cold, always different. Here, everyone was different.
And that meant she belonged.
She stepped fully into the room, setting her bag down on the neatly made bed by the window. Sunlight filtered through, warming the space in a way she barely felt, but still appreciated. Her fingers brushed along the edge of the desk, her breath steadying as she listened to the distant hum of the academy.
A new beginning. She just hopped her new roommate would be friendly.