As with all transitions, Auraya's journey and subsequent settlement on Coruscant had not been quite so smooth as she had initially anticipated. The rose-tinted glasses she had worn when leaving the Enclave had all but shattered, and the trepidation she had felt upon Prosperity seemed unending now. She was lost upon this chaotic planet, never far from a hundred thousand other souls at any one moment in time. Her soul cried out, longing for the silence and solitude she had known for all sixteen years of her life. Stuck with a Master she did not know, and who seemed guarded and aloof. At all times since stepping foot upon this world, she had felt like quite the inconvenience. To him, to the Jedi at large, and honestly to herself.
She had seen this fresh start as a new leaf initially but the longer things went on the more she realized it was simply a last chance. How many incorrect answers could she give before he too gave up? How many lessons did she have to flunk before she was no longer Auraya the Jedi but simply... Auraya?
It had only been a handful of days, she knew. She and her Master had hardly said more than a few real sentences to one another outside of what was absolutely necessary, and though she had pushed herself to participate in a couple of training sessions here and there, to scope out her fellow Jedi and try to integrate herself among them, deep down she felt as though she'd even messed that up. Nobody wanted a friend who would drag them down. If this was how things had begun, then she could not possibly comprehend where they would go from here.
Auraya let out a long sigh, and lingered on the threshold of the one place on Coruscant she felt truly at peace. She had tried to make the same of the apartment
Zaavik Perl
had provided her with, but it felt... sterile? She kept it clean, enjoyed the privacy it provided, but it did not yet feel like home. None of it did. As she peered through the doors into the Room of a Thousand Fountains however she could feel herself slipping into a state of ease.
How many times she had come here in the past few days she could not say for sure. It was a world away from worlds, though, somewhere that she could simply sit and breathe, truly breathe. It was rare that anyone even knew she was there, so vast was the space. She had never been disturbed, as she squirreled herself away in some corner nook and read from datapads, went over her notes with a clarity she did not have elsewhere, and fought to push away the ever lingering doubt in her mind.
She stepped inside, across that threshold, and felt herself come to life. Through the winding, naturally occurring paths she wandered, past trees and fountains and some of the most wonderful plants she didn't know the name of, until she could no longer hear or feel the busyness of Coruscant and the Jedi Temple at all. It was as though she was back at the Enclave again. She sat down beside an artificial stream, glancing upon it as the water trickled by - no doubt propelled forth by one of the many, many fountains. For now she did not bother herself with her notes, instead she simply existed in the moment.
Who else, she wondered, was seeking sanctuary in such a place?
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