Silver Star

The vast archives of Coruscant's Jedi Temple held a certain mystique that was timeless. Centuries upon centuries of knowledge and wisdom had passed through and been retained within these stoic, silent halls, from generation to generation, holding an air of ancient power that rested in heavy stillness.
It was here where Everest had been stowed away for hours, having spent all morning researching both the particulars of Consitor Sato and the properties of Bylark wood. It had been almost two months since she had begun her training as a Padawan of the Order, and in that time she had found emerging from within herself a certain strength and passion that drove her forward with such resolve that her childish anxieties were melting away, gradually replaced by the firm confidence of a young woman with endless possibilities available to her.
Fully engrossed, she had almost completely lost track of time as her surrounding seemed to melt into the distant background. But goodness, books about trees were so interesting.