Rosario Perlyn
Pink Padawan
Rosario had grown up, for the most part, surrounded by Zeltrons, Humans, Twi'leks, and the occasional other near-human. Rarely did more distant alien species make their way to places that were designed to arouse pleasure in those with rather specific sensibilities. Rarely, too, had she seen an animal in a form not meant for immediate ingestion. Indeed, most of what she new of nature came not from direct experience, but from mere holo documentaries.
Deneba's barren landscape had done little to increase her familiarity with the shapes of nature. While the desert had its own feel to it, intriguing and so different from the cities she had grown up with, it was not very much alive. The vital energy of a forest, jungle, or ocean were still only a matter of tales to Rosario. She did not know what it felt like to bathe in the ocean, to walk the ground of a forest, to touch the bark of a tree.
But there was certainly one major novelty here: in the Jedi Order, she was constantly surrounded by a variety of sentients beyond her wildest imagination. Some of them appeared to be more human-like versions of animals she had seen depicted; some of them had recognisable heads and limbs, but shaped in a way of their own. Yet others didn't even have those.
And then there were some, perhaps the most astonishing of all, who did not have only one shape, but were able to shift between them. What it felt like to be them was perhaps unimaginable in principle. One young lad, a fellow Padawan, had drawn Rosario's attention in particular. He was quite nonchalant about changing his shape before the eyes of others and spent much time in the form of what she had learnt to call a wolf. She'd heard told wolves were supposedly dangerous, but looking at him, she just couldn't relate to the notion. His fur looked soft, his snout and large black eyes were simply adorable, and there was not a hint of aggression about the way he felt to her. That was a constant across his shapes; and indeed, she had had a sense that the different appearances were all the same person before ever actually seeing him transition from one to the other.
When one day she happened upon him in the garden of the Enclave, she couldn't contain her curiosity. It was early morning and still chilly, the sun having only just risen, and the wind was rustling through the few small-leafed, snaggy trees - and his fur. Rosario watched the little waves it created in the hairs with a certain fascination and eventually approached him.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry, I know this is a weird question to ask, but... Can I touch your fur?" She kneeled so as to be at the same height and looked at him with an apologetic smile.
Deneba's barren landscape had done little to increase her familiarity with the shapes of nature. While the desert had its own feel to it, intriguing and so different from the cities she had grown up with, it was not very much alive. The vital energy of a forest, jungle, or ocean were still only a matter of tales to Rosario. She did not know what it felt like to bathe in the ocean, to walk the ground of a forest, to touch the bark of a tree.
But there was certainly one major novelty here: in the Jedi Order, she was constantly surrounded by a variety of sentients beyond her wildest imagination. Some of them appeared to be more human-like versions of animals she had seen depicted; some of them had recognisable heads and limbs, but shaped in a way of their own. Yet others didn't even have those.
And then there were some, perhaps the most astonishing of all, who did not have only one shape, but were able to shift between them. What it felt like to be them was perhaps unimaginable in principle. One young lad, a fellow Padawan, had drawn Rosario's attention in particular. He was quite nonchalant about changing his shape before the eyes of others and spent much time in the form of what she had learnt to call a wolf. She'd heard told wolves were supposedly dangerous, but looking at him, she just couldn't relate to the notion. His fur looked soft, his snout and large black eyes were simply adorable, and there was not a hint of aggression about the way he felt to her. That was a constant across his shapes; and indeed, she had had a sense that the different appearances were all the same person before ever actually seeing him transition from one to the other.
When one day she happened upon him in the garden of the Enclave, she couldn't contain her curiosity. It was early morning and still chilly, the sun having only just risen, and the wind was rustling through the few small-leafed, snaggy trees - and his fur. Rosario watched the little waves it created in the hairs with a certain fascination and eventually approached him.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry, I know this is a weird question to ask, but... Can I touch your fur?" She kneeled so as to be at the same height and looked at him with an apologetic smile.
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