ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏʀɴꜱ


Though it was perhaps terrible for her lunar complexion, Skathe pulled away her hood, and basked in the warmth of Naboo's sun.
"How long has it been, master?" she hummed, speaking in an accent to which her humble beginnings were unbecoming.
Theed was unlike any city the young Zabrak had ever seen. As she stepped off the shuttle ramp, the first thing she noticed were the vibrant colors. Even from the more industrialized spaceport, Skathe could see the stonework city on the cliffs above. Waterfalls painted the cliff face in subtle blue streaks, while the city roofs skylined her future home in rustic greens not unlike weathered cooper. It was like stepping into a fairy tale, and it was everything the errant knight could ask for.

"Too long," the old man finally answered.
Well, he wasn't an old exactly, just a weathered knight in his forties. The very first salt in his otherwise golden-brown beard had been trimmed away that morning, but the scar below his eye and that tired, stoic look about his face always added to his age compared to his young Zabraki padawan, who's unblemished porcelain skin and silvery hair which threaded through her black horns had always done for her the exact opposite of what his wear and tear had done for him.
She turned to look at him with a warm smile as he carried forth a box in his arms containing what few of their belongings remained, although Skathe knew most were hers, and she wasn't helping either.
The "old man" narrowed his eyes and she knew he was onto her, so chose to distract the thought rather than carry their heavy things. Besides, he had a cybernetic arm, she did not! clearly he should handle it.
"Is this the return of your infamously cryptic answers, Master?"
"Oh, am I doing it again? apologies"
he sighed and continued onwards, leaving Skathe to follow behind her grin smug and her arms empty.
"When do you last remember clear skies?"
"That would be Tatooine."
"Then it's been..." he began counting on his fingertips.
That orange haze over Nar Shadda didn't count as real sunlight. Dagobah was nothing but fog and swamp far as the eye could see, same for Rodia. Kamino was always raining far as he could tell, and they'd spent most days on various starships and stations since.
"Three weeks since we last saw sunlight." he grimaced.
With no witty comment thrown back at him however, the hooded knight threw a glance over his shoulder, only to find Skathe completely absorbed in her vibrant surroundings. He smiled, just a little, only to put on the mask of stoicism the moment she turned towards him again.
"Keep an eye out for a jedi woman. The order of Shiraya is sending someone to guide us, Master Xeraic, I believe."