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Take the weekend off.
The parting words uttered from Master to Apprentice came with a smile. Since coming under his wing, the noble
Fauvel Astier
had proven to be an exceptional student. She was already learned in many things - mostly decorum and social navigation. And she took to his lessons like a sponge. It was often said that the student became a reflection of the master - and with each passing day he noticed the changes. She seemed to come out of her shell all the more. Laugh more. Smile more. Raise her middle finger more. All signs pointed to the fact that Fauvel was growing through her time as an Obsidian Squire. Not only this, a kinship had been formed between the pair. From inside jokes to the sharing of innermost thoughts - Abel and Fauvel both trusted one another.
For that reason, he gave her the weekend off and encouraged her to return to Illyria. She had mentioned before feelings of missing home, and there was nothing too pressing on their workload for the immediate future. Thus, he saw her off at Naboo's local starport, waving as the transport ascended into the heavens like a proud parent. As the engines propelled the sleek vessel skyward, a sudden realization dawned upon the Knight Obsidian. With his apprentice gone...he had effectively cleared his own schedule for the weekend as well. Huh. It was unusual to have leisure time to one's self. With the Knighthood in its current state, there was usually something to do. But, for the life of him, Abel couldn't nail down anything that had his name assigned to it.
Thus, he strolled through the quiet streets of Naboo - hands casually resting behind his head - as he ruminated on how to spend the free time.
Maybe...as his apprentice would have suggested...try something new? But what was there that he hadn't done in town. Bar hopping was a typical affair - and the smell of certain swill brought blackout memories to the forefront of his mind. Hard pass. He could always try and be productive by returning to the Knighthood's facilities. But who wanted to spend free time finding more work to do? Pass. Ultimately, Abel saw a rather curious shop out of the corner of his eye. It appeared to be a townhouse, formed from bricks, which stuck out like a sore thumb amidst Naboo's architecture. A leave was emblazoned upon the sign...an oddities shop? Kark it. Abel's path turned and he waltzed through the door.
Immediately his nostrils were assaulted by the scent of burning sage. His eyes watered ever so slightly, yet he waved to the elderly woman minding the counter. "Just browsing." he said, before taking a left down one of the aisles. There were rows of dusty tomes, stones within boxes...and was that a fething skull? Just what kind of shop was this?
Take the weekend off.
The parting words uttered from Master to Apprentice came with a smile. Since coming under his wing, the noble
Fauvel Astier
had proven to be an exceptional student. She was already learned in many things - mostly decorum and social navigation. And she took to his lessons like a sponge. It was often said that the student became a reflection of the master - and with each passing day he noticed the changes. She seemed to come out of her shell all the more. Laugh more. Smile more. Raise her middle finger more. All signs pointed to the fact that Fauvel was growing through her time as an Obsidian Squire. Not only this, a kinship had been formed between the pair. From inside jokes to the sharing of innermost thoughts - Abel and Fauvel both trusted one another. For that reason, he gave her the weekend off and encouraged her to return to Illyria. She had mentioned before feelings of missing home, and there was nothing too pressing on their workload for the immediate future. Thus, he saw her off at Naboo's local starport, waving as the transport ascended into the heavens like a proud parent. As the engines propelled the sleek vessel skyward, a sudden realization dawned upon the Knight Obsidian. With his apprentice gone...he had effectively cleared his own schedule for the weekend as well. Huh. It was unusual to have leisure time to one's self. With the Knighthood in its current state, there was usually something to do. But, for the life of him, Abel couldn't nail down anything that had his name assigned to it.
Thus, he strolled through the quiet streets of Naboo - hands casually resting behind his head - as he ruminated on how to spend the free time.
Maybe...as his apprentice would have suggested...try something new? But what was there that he hadn't done in town. Bar hopping was a typical affair - and the smell of certain swill brought blackout memories to the forefront of his mind. Hard pass. He could always try and be productive by returning to the Knighthood's facilities. But who wanted to spend free time finding more work to do? Pass. Ultimately, Abel saw a rather curious shop out of the corner of his eye. It appeared to be a townhouse, formed from bricks, which stuck out like a sore thumb amidst Naboo's architecture. A leave was emblazoned upon the sign...an oddities shop? Kark it. Abel's path turned and he waltzed through the door.
Immediately his nostrils were assaulted by the scent of burning sage. His eyes watered ever so slightly, yet he waved to the elderly woman minding the counter. "Just browsing." he said, before taking a left down one of the aisles. There were rows of dusty tomes, stones within boxes...and was that a fething skull? Just what kind of shop was this?
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