In the Gardens once more (Onderon)

[Aithne Charr]

Public Gardens of Onderon​

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Solan sat alone in a bit of the public Gardens of the capital of the republic without a single sound coming from him, his hands placed in his lap and eyes shut closed without a twitch so much to show he was even awake. His clothing was rather plain even for him and the only weapon he had on his person was a intricate and beautiful saber that lay infront of him as well. Just beyond it was a blue flower that curled a bit before soft petals opened up into a cup shaped bowl and overlapped.​

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The air around him moved freely and his presence in the force was nothing but nearly vanished. He was smiling, a soft one that didn't truly show any teeth or over abundance of joy. His hands curled up tighter as his mouth started to move in silent words that didn't hold a single ounce of actual sound behind them. Only then did his hands move to clasp together as he said a silent prayer. He hated days like this. He hated beautiful days especially when it came to days like this. Eleven years ago this day had been such a beautiful one... But beauty always fades and death fills that void.​

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He still smiled though as his head bowed alittle to the flower with the saber still on the ground. It was time he got to work on making sure that void does not become worse. Fishing into a side pouch he removed a few seeds and got to work expanding the beauty that this garden presented the people of Onderon. He had shown Kesh beauty, every world deserved that gift.​

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan's hands hovered over the plant he was currently focused on, a rose bush who's start had been carried on him that he was urging to grow slowly but surely. No taint to it either as he sat there still without moving, it had been hours since he had first come and he had not moved a centimeter much less to eat. He had become accustom to few meals while working in his workshop. Sitting here was no different than putting together a droid as both he found relaxing, more so than many of the things remaining in this galaxy.​

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His breath remained slow and controlled, focusing on the growth of a single blooming bud right now, letting it grow and flower. The color was an odd one, a violet shade that one did not normally associated with the flowers that came from the bush. It was hard to discern what key parts of the flower in particular he enjoyed most about it but the thing he did know was that they added just what he wanted to the scene. A tinge of beauty. It was the third plant he had finished growing and he smiled as he looked at the mixture of colors and the scene it presented. Like a paining between the ruffled golden petals of the one and the blue colored petals of the bowl shaped one. It was... mind numbing what he was seeing and he really had no words that could match what he saw though he did look up as the sky was beginning to change colors. "Sundown already..."​

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan's hand touched the petals of the Ithorian rose he was growing slowly from the bud that had been there the moment before, feeding it force energy and willing its growth to be sped up if only a little. He smiled as by this time he was working only by the light of the flame he kept bright and lit in the air do his right, burning off no torch or piece of wood. It simply floated there with a amber colored glow that faintly cast his shadow over the ground and his eyes moved over the Rose finally once it was finished and smiled. It was perfect, just like he remembered.​

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With that his hands retreated and he finally stood to look around with the flame still hovering there over his right shoulder. He wondered where would be the best place to see the stars outside of sitting on top of the palace. Sadly this planet was not his and sitting on the roof of the place of government for the Onderonian people was probably not the thing that someone like him should do. Sighing he started walking through the gardens as he manipulated the flame that had been over his shoulder, trying to twist it into a familiar shape on its own and without the use of telekinesis. The very thought of it was hard, the actual doing it part was near impossible considering how hard it was to create a flame with a predefined shape much less shape one into such. But he shrugged s he continued, walking through the dark garden with only the faint glow of that flame showing others he was there.​