Silver Star

The soft rustling of leaves carried through the Temple gardens, stirred by the gentle breeze weaving between the trees. The air was fresh with the scent of soil and blooming flora, a quiet contrast to the ever-present hum of Coruscant beyond the Temple walls. It was one of the few places in the city-planet where nature still had space to grow and flourish as it should.
Eve sat on the edge of a stone bench, her fingers idly tracing the lines of its surface as she let the moment settle over her. No training drills. No missions. No duties pressing against the edge of her mind. Just peace, and a good book. She inhaled slowly, feeling the air fill her lungs, feeling the warmth of the sun pressing against her skin. It had been too long since she'd allowed herself to simply be.
There had been so much strife lately. Much had left its mark on her in ways she was still coming to understand. Even now, in the safest place she could be, part of her still felt like she should be doing something. Preparing. Moving. Protecting. But here, in the stillness of the gardens, there was nothing to fight.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she leaned back against the bench, tilting her head toward the sky. The leaves above cast shifting patterns of light and shadow across her face, the branches swaying just slightly with the wind. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear the gentle trickle of the fountains, their steady rhythm grounding her more than any meditation exercise ever could.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn't afraid of what came next. She was just here, savouring the moment, savouring the day.
And for once, this day would be completely free from trouble.