Colette
was able to pluck a pepper without being accosted, but as
Valor the Forsaken
reached out, a thin, thorny vine began to curl in the space around his wrist. It moved slowly, not quite touching him as it coiled several inches up his arm. Then, it stopped. It wasn't exactly a
warning - at least not the same one he'd experienced after taking only a few steps into the citadel.
The vines were still wary of the Padawan. Could they be appeased?
Meanwhile,
Ryana mina made good use of her surroundings, traversing the gap with a dancer's grace. When she reached the second floor, she'd come across a rather thick vine, nearly five times the circumference of its brethren. It snaked around a corner to a small alcove where an old, plain wooden chest sat. The thick vine had crawled around the chest, encircling it in smaller green tendrils that slipped through the gap between the top and bottom halves.
As
Carlo Von Corrino
climbed his way up the stairs in search of a better angle, the vines rustled, but did not attempt to disturb him.
Once he made it to the next floor, he'd be above the the nest of thorns that housed his sunglasses. However, the tangle of greenery was suspended between the two floors, and couldn't be reached from the staircase alone. From his new vantage point, the noble Padawan would be able to follow the path of the pesky vines - the snarl that had his shades was anchored to the far wall of the citadel.
As
Jalen Kai'el
and
Zaiya Ceti
continued their thoughtful conversation, they'd receive no input from the flora. Eventually, though, they'd encounter a roadblock; a wall of vines stretching from the first floor up to the next, so thick that it couldn't even be seen through.
Fire and claws. Cora gave
Jonyna Si
a tentative smile and nod while suppressing the image of the tower going up in flames. There was wisdom in knowing your limits.
"Of course, Jonyna."
As she turned away from the Cathar, the Lovalla teen's little wave caught her eye. She dipped her head to Zaiya and Jalen in greeting, imparting a general sense of welcome to them through the Force. It was heartening to see Padawans working together, and a flicker of warmth burned in her chest.
When she came to rest near
Elias Edo
and
Ko Vuto
, Cora's stomach soured when realizing her faux paus.
Of course. The tragedy that had befallen Dagobah was still very fresh in the minds of those who'd escaped, and her own words were poorly chosen. Crimson flushed her cheeks as she offered Elias a somber, apologetic look.
Ko's extended science lesson earned a thoughtful tilt of her head. That was right, he'd been apart of the agricorps before transitioning to the Jedi Order.
"We can benefit from differences in perspective and experience." A value that she cherished after living a sheltered life, but one that was not invulnerable to exploitation.
"The agricultural practices on Ukatis are…"
Cora looked out over the gently rolling hills as they dipped into the horizon.
"Well, they've become rather stagnant. I do hope that we can adopt some of the galaxy's more modern techniques."
Improving Ukatis was tricky, because it often needed to be balanced with tradition. Traditions that were, in more ways than one, widely considered regressive in the eyes of the galaxy.
Ko mentioned his previous visit to Bogano, during which he'd been introduced to some of the local fauna. Cora glanced between the two Jedi as her brows knit in concern.
"…How big is colossal?"