Aida Aquila
The Traveler
How the winds had changed.
A presence approached Silver Rest, a woman with an aura so radiant that she almost seemed to glow. Her tall form was clad in gray robes, her light hair swept up and away from her face. A calm smile grew on her face as she stood outside, merely taking in the sight of the temple and the snow-capped mountains in the background. The Wroshyr trees were even more impressive in person. From where she stood, she felt the life that grew here, that thrived. The flora and fauna could only be outdone by the Jedi, Rangers, and others that called this temple home.
How this place had called to her from afar, and now... she answered.
The traveler would be unfamiliar here, unknown to most. It had been her way for so long, simply to roam where the force took her. It felt strange to set foot here, to think of it as home. Drawing a breath, she closed her eyes for just another moment. Slung on her shoulder was a simple canvas bag, and in cradled in the crook of her arm was a potted plant, with a very curious aura of its own.
She had brought a gift, it was only polite.
A sapling Uneti tree, force sensitive. It was potted, for now, but would someday outgrow it's pottery home – and it would need to be planted in the ground to grow. What better place was there? Such trees adorned other remarkable temples, she hoped that it would do well here at Silver Rest.
Her other hand was full, too. The woman's slender hand was hooked around the handle of a heavy bottomed cooking pot. She never went anywhere without it...