Wing and a Coincidence

[Zef Halo]

Forgettable Breakfast Tap Caf
Outer Rim

It was one of those midway repulsor breakfast tapcafs on rather forgettable air lanes people stopped off to get a bite and a refill of badly roasted caf before going on their aimless way. Being the Outer Rim, servers were humans rather than droids and their sullen faces mimicked those of the place's patrons.

Ember wasn't any different in this case and he fitted right in. Sitting on one of the tables next to the window overlooking the horizon as the occasional vehicle passed by with a half-eaten plate of food before him and a overly large thermos jug next to it.

His return from the Unknown Regions was only recent but his 'job' as a jedi had no days off. As soon as he'd returned, the Jedi Knight had set up on a mission to find someone who could help him unlock more of the Varanin Holocron that Ijaat Mereel had left to him.

Ember's chin found itself leaning on the palm of his hand as he gazed over at the endless skyline before him. He wondered where next to seek this someone. Why did the Force tell him nothing? He believed it was just the Force that aimed to aid him with this quest but it seemed to no avail.

Little did he know, that the Force worked in mysterious ways...

[member="Mariel Dawnrider"]

 

[Mariel Dawnrider]

Mariel Dawnrider came winging in, riding a particularly chilly thermal down into the city proper. It was easier to ride the warm ones up, but it was the end of a long night and she was tired. This was a midway point between points farther out and her journey back coreward and home again. The trip hadn't been a total failure- she had sent several manuscripts ahead to Kashyyyk. But the main purpose of the trip had been to find someone she had heard rumors had a particular holocron. Apparently the rumors of his location had been badly out of date however and now she had to head home.

The stop off was just a change of ships. This was the end of the line for the next one and she had some time to kill until the next lifted off.

Tired. A little grumpy. The Songwing caught the edge of the counter next to the table a human male sat at with her talons, wings flapping to settle before tucking around herself. Using her beak she settled a few unruly feathers back into place before ruffling everything back out again.

"Tea?" The tired owl asked the being (she didn't recognize the species, but that wasn't that unlikely out here). "And if you have something small and intact on the menu. Rodent, lizard perhaps?" A little hopefully. Then looking a little crestfallen when informed that no, they did not.

"Eggs then will do," she said with a sigh.

Ruffling her wings out, she turned her head, peering over her shoulder at the rising sun. She couldn't look at it long- it hurt her eyes. But she always did anyway.

"What is it like," she asked suddenly, addressing the man at the table. "To be able to watch the entire sunrise?"

Different people had different answers. She didn't often have the opportunity to ask it on Kashyyyk, but as she waited for the nearly acceptable eggs to arrive she slowly turned around, clawed foot after clawed foot, her head staying in the same position until she was facing him.

[member="Ember Farseer"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Deep in thought, the Jedi did not register the presence of another sentient nearby despite the odd request it had to the server. Only when he felt the sentient addressing him in some form, he turned around to see a, well, an owl? Not as ignorant (as most contemporary Jedi sadly), Ember quickly realized it must be some sort of a race, rather than a magical owl of some sorts.

"Huh?" He reacted impulsively to the peculiar question asked before shaking his head. "My apologies."

"The sunrise? Hmm, never really thought about it, really." Ember noticed the slight hints of pain in the owl-like sentient's deep eyes as it gazed into the rising sun. "Come to think of it - it is probably one of these things we take for granted." Truly, he had never much given it much thought.

Out of good manners and curiosity, he said politely:

"Could the same question be asked but regarding the wings you have? What is it like? Lifting off and flying. Come to think of it, I have never seen anything like your kind before."

Then he added, as softly and politely as possible:

"Not in a talking form, at least." A soft smile curved on his face.

[member="Mariel Dawnrider"]

 

[Mariel Dawnrider]

"I have found that most of those who enjoy it, do just that." She paused, blinked, then clarified. "Take it for granted I mean."

Reaching up with a clawed foot, she scratched at the feathers of her neck absently.

"You should watch it and consider. Find out." She suggested.

She did not add 'and report back.' That wasn't the point. She knew what a sunrise was to her- what of it should could watch. The interesting part was what it meant to others. Not because she needed to know, but because so often they didn't.

"There is nothing else like flying," she said, amusement in her voice. Spreading out her wings, her claws gripped harder into the counter top and she flapped several times. A wind buffeted him, but it was almost completely silent. "It allows you to feel the truth of a moment, the warmth of the wind uplifting. This?" She paused, her wings out, then stamped on the counter with one foot, balancing on the other. "This is false. You stand but on a thing that floats on air. And yet you do not fly. You do not stand on the solid ground. Not here. Not anywhere. All earth floats in space. Being grounded is being trapped in not only a single direction, but in a single mindset, and that mindset is false."

She tucked her wings back along her sides, preening a particular feather that always stuck out until she fixed it when she did that.

"I am a Songwind," she said. Was it a touch of smugness? Hard to say when you were talking to a bird. "My people come from Kashyyyk, high in the forest canopies. Few, even there, are familiar with us." She obviously wasn't insulted. "Your kind, however, is everywhere." Head cocking. Not an insult, just a fact. She didn't have particular opinions of various races in general. Outside of the not flying parts. Mostly she waited to see what each individual brought to the table.

"Are you from here? Or somewhere else?" Curious, head tilting.

[member="Ember Farseer"]