The Lion King
Thurion, meanwhile, had retired to the Grandmaster's Office, in which only one other person had sat before him. He didn't care much for the room in general; too formal and sterile for his liking. Sometimes he'd find himself day-dreaming of his time as a Jedi Knight and the adventures he'd embark upon. Oh, he'd seen his share of adventures since his masterhood to be sure, but part of him wished for a more simple time. Then he'd notice the ring on his finger and every notion of wanting to turn back time was immediately washed away. He loved his family above all else and would never trade it for anything in the world.
At the end of the mastercrafted desk stood a small holo-bust of [member="Iella E'ron"] in her primes as fearless leader of the Silvers. Her face was etched in confidence, inspiring only the best in the men and women who had the privilege of serving the Order under her command. He'd had the privilege, even though he'd never really considered himself a Silver until only a few years back, not long before she died. He was their Levantine liaison, an ambassador of sorts. Now he had succeeded her - a daunting task if there ever was one.
He sighed deeply, then pushed himself off the desk and stepped towards the door. Coci didn't deserve his scorn, and neither did Connor. They were both doing what they felt was right, and he'd failed to show trust and support. This wasn't him. As he opened the door, however, he laid eyes on his wife. "Coci..." he uttered in brief shock. After regaining his composure, Thurion stepped aside. "Please, come in."
At the end of the mastercrafted desk stood a small holo-bust of [member="Iella E'ron"] in her primes as fearless leader of the Silvers. Her face was etched in confidence, inspiring only the best in the men and women who had the privilege of serving the Order under her command. He'd had the privilege, even though he'd never really considered himself a Silver until only a few years back, not long before she died. He was their Levantine liaison, an ambassador of sorts. Now he had succeeded her - a daunting task if there ever was one.
He sighed deeply, then pushed himself off the desk and stepped towards the door. Coci didn't deserve his scorn, and neither did Connor. They were both doing what they felt was right, and he'd failed to show trust and support. This wasn't him. As he opened the door, however, he laid eyes on his wife. "Coci..." he uttered in brief shock. After regaining his composure, Thurion stepped aside. "Please, come in."
[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Syala Daivik"]
