Silver Star

Outfit: Personal Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Engagement Ring
Companion: Isari
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The late morning light streamed gently through the tall windows of Snowpeak Sanctuary's administrative wing, scattering across the polished white marble of Eve's office. The room was minimalist but warm, the walls lined with shelves of carefully stacked datapads and Echani carvings that brought a touch of home into the enclave's heart. A faint breeze from the mountains carried the scent of pine and snowmelt, softening the sterility of reports and figures.
Eve sat at her desk, shoulders relaxed but with a quiet weariness clinging to her as she scrolled through Steward Orien's most recent reports. Numbers, supply updates and scheduling requests blurred together, and though she read with steady focus, her silver eye occasionally lingered on the same line too long before moving forward.
At her feet, Isari was curled into a small ball of silver fur, ears flicking once in a while as she dozed, wholly untroubled by enclave business. Eve's hand idly shifted now and then to brush along the fox's back without lifting her gaze from the datapad.
It was a lovely day beyond the marble walls, but the long string of busy weeks weighed on her. The moment was quiet — almost too quiet — until the sound of footsteps approached from the corridor outside.