if they're watching anyways
It was a little scary, being called by the Grandmaster himself. To be fair she had half-suggested that Master Morga teach her some more advanced powers. Auteme certainly wasn't ready for that sort of thing, but yesterday when she got back to her quarters in the Temple she found a note left by Master Morga, instructing her to meet him early the next morning in the courtyard.
The waking up bit was fine; she usually woke up a little before six and headed to the library. Master Sunstrider, the archivist, might get worried if Auteme didn't show up, so she sent her a message to tell her everything was fine. Alas, everything was not fine -- Auteme stayed up late, staring at her ceiling, wondering what was in store for her. Maybe if she practiced foresight more often she could just look into the future to see what was going to happen.
Auteme woke up the next morning. She took a quick shower and got dressed, picking a green-dyed dress reminiscent of a standard padawan robe, then walked out towards the courtyard. The halls were empty at this time of day. She was sure that Master Morga wouldn't mind if she was a little late, so she took her time and wandered a little, enjoying the sights of the Temple and the sprawling metropolis of Galactic City that laid outside. She couldn't imagine this place as anything but a metal monolith, but once this place had been a world like any other, inhabited by both the Taung and the humans. If only she could see back that far...
The padawan arrived in the courtyard soon enough and spotted Master Morga waiting for her. She walked quickly over, eventually slowing in her approach. "Good morning, Master Morga," she said.