Prophets of Navis Sacra
Willow and Ivy were settled in for some relaxation over tea. It was the afternoon and they almost felt as though they needed a nap. It was another hot, dry day and although they were well used to such a climate, that didn't mean that it made them less sleepy.
Their balcony was open, letting in what little breeze could be found. And while today was a day off for the twins, they had decided to not venture out into the market this time. Going out too much was never a good thing.
Vyn Daldoure
was keeping an eye on them and even he deserved a day to relax.
So Willow and Ivy sat back on their large sofa, cradling tea in their hands. Instead of watching holomovies or reading they had decided to meditate. The Force moved around like an intricate series of webs, sometimes attaching to others, connecting them, or it would simply move around them. Some strands of the webs were thick, while others were the width of a hair. Each displayed a variety of colours that they either attributed to someone's mood, or as a way to describe their character. It was mesmerizing to watch the webs move and the twins took to it like people took to watching the ocean waves. It was calming.
~Do you see that, Ivy?~ Something strange had caught Willow's eye, like a small shadow, but different.
~What is it?"
~I don't know. But it seems just as curious about us...~
Whatever it was, the twins watched
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very carefully and curiously.
Their balcony was open, letting in what little breeze could be found. And while today was a day off for the twins, they had decided to not venture out into the market this time. Going out too much was never a good thing.

So Willow and Ivy sat back on their large sofa, cradling tea in their hands. Instead of watching holomovies or reading they had decided to meditate. The Force moved around like an intricate series of webs, sometimes attaching to others, connecting them, or it would simply move around them. Some strands of the webs were thick, while others were the width of a hair. Each displayed a variety of colours that they either attributed to someone's mood, or as a way to describe their character. It was mesmerizing to watch the webs move and the twins took to it like people took to watching the ocean waves. It was calming.
~Do you see that, Ivy?~ Something strange had caught Willow's eye, like a small shadow, but different.
~What is it?"
~I don't know. But it seems just as curious about us...~
Whatever it was, the twins watched
