Siather Det'aan
Character
Stepping out into the evening air of Voss Siather mimicked the widest grin he could mostly for his own benefit, he didn’t need the rest most of the other Jedi required and it meant times like this were a perfect time for quiet reflection. Right now however the Gand was hungry, he had to be nearly constantly eating, and when you didn’t have any lungs it meant that he had to draw everything from his meals. He jogged across the compound from the small building he had been using to train in towards the temple itself. He could sense very few around him awake but there was still some activity in isolated parts of the temple, padawan up long beyond when they should be trying to keep up with their studies, knights winding down in the mess, masters meditating in their quarters.
Stepping into the mess the Gand found and overfilled a plate and carried it to a quiet seat in the corner. He started to devour the plate in earnest. He wasn’t expecting any company but things tend to happen when you least expect them.
[member="Coci Sinopi"]
Stepping into the mess the Gand found and overfilled a plate and carried it to a quiet seat in the corner. He started to devour the plate in earnest. He wasn’t expecting any company but things tend to happen when you least expect them.
[member="Coci Sinopi"]