Princess Healer
Commenor
By day three, all her anxiety was left behind. All the trepidation about leaving her family on Midvinter seemed like a year ago. In a short space of time, and traveling alone, she had grown. She had always been independent, her mother teaching her that from an early age and her father, instilled in her compassion. Throw in the mix Thora’s own sensibilities and the result is a head strong girl. There was more to her than that though, more than Thora did not recognise or realise herself.
The trip from Midvinter to Commenor had taken over a week, what with the stops on the way and shirting about Sith space. Her father had seen to it that every part of her journey was planned and that she was looked after. Now on the final leg, and the shuttle approaching Commenor, she reflected on her father. He had left Midvinter at her age, went out into the wider galaxy to find his own way, running away from his destiny.
She was running toward hers.
Thora remembered the look in his eyes as they said goodbye, he had hated every minute of it, so protective of her and he had to let her go. Her mother, the same however there was a hint of pride in her eyes all the same. Thora’s mind turned to looking forward, and all the possibilities and experiences that now awaited her. It was exciting and frightening all at once.
The captain of the transport ordered passengers to buckle up for the approach and landing. She looked around at all the other passengers a buzz with chatter and business of their own. She felt alone in this moment, but she would be anything but alone here among the Silver Jedi. She clung to her travel bag and looked out the window as the shuttle plunged into the clouds and as it broke through, the ground coming up toward her and in the distance the tall buildings and skylanes.
Her face broken into a smile.
Alva Heavenshield