Katarine turned when she felt another presence join the garden. The woman before her looked like one of the great Jedi masters Kat had always wanted to be but could never really pull off.
Kat was dressed simply in black flight pants, a white tank top, and a leather jacket. They were all antiques and looked out of place. She hadn’t gotten the hang of modern fashion yet. Even her hairstyle was old fashioned. She felt out of place, even at a Jedi Temple but she smiled, hoping to cover up her insecurities.
“Master Noble, thank you for meeting me. My name is Katarine. I was reading about active Jedi and realized you had been… well that you were…”
She realized she had no idea how to bring up this potentially traumatic topic. If Valery was anything like Kat than everyone she had known was dead, and the loneliness and unease would be eating away at the master. Kat decided to do what she always did in these situations, and reached for humor and sarcasm to mask how much she was struggling.
“You look great.. especially at your age.”
She smiled and already regretted this comment. Kat was over eight hundred years old herself but if the files were correct Master Noble was even older. And wiser. And a better Jedi. And Kat had probably just insulted her. She felt like crawling under one of the plants and dying. She kept the false bravado smile in place however and shuffled on her leather boots.
Valery Noble