Marigold
The Red Scar
There was a certain feeling of safety present at the temple ever so often, peace and order were at all time high. It is the same order and peace that brought stagnation however, while some enjoyed stability in their life. Plenty were used to have things go wrong every day, hour, and minute of their life. It was too hard to escape habits of the past, and be fully at peace, and although surrounded by nothing but good works and people... Some were unable to take it in and move on.
A girl in a red hood was one of them, wearing distinct padawan robes beneath a bright crimson red cloak, she marched back to back, fiddling with her hands, stimming. No aptitude in the Force was needed to see that she was completely out of her element, sticking out like a sore thumb. There was time between training, rest and socialization. But it's not like the girl had any skills in that department, friends were scarce and rare for someone like her, and always lacking in supply. Thus she simply waited until her master would come back from whatever work he got himself into.
...which, needless to say, would be a long time. Boredom, frustration, and anger mixed and shifted in her expression constantly.
Kyric
A girl in a red hood was one of them, wearing distinct padawan robes beneath a bright crimson red cloak, she marched back to back, fiddling with her hands, stimming. No aptitude in the Force was needed to see that she was completely out of her element, sticking out like a sore thumb. There was time between training, rest and socialization. But it's not like the girl had any skills in that department, friends were scarce and rare for someone like her, and always lacking in supply. Thus she simply waited until her master would come back from whatever work he got himself into.
...which, needless to say, would be a long time. Boredom, frustration, and anger mixed and shifted in her expression constantly.
![Kyric](/data/avatars/s/26/26230.jpg?1716002656)