A brilliant fire
Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers
The soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds filled the air around the ancient Jedi Temple on Caamas. Once a place of peace and wisdom, it had suffered the ravages of time and war. Now, under the leadership of Kahlil and the aid of other Jedi, it was slowly being restored to its former glory.
Valery sat alone on the steps of what had once been the temple's grand archives. The pale stone was weathered but sturdy, and the scent of fresh earth and wildflowers wafted on the gentle breeze. In her lap rested an old, worn book she had uncovered during the excavation of the archives. Its pages were brittle, the ink faded, but the stories and illustrations within spoke of a time when the Jedi thrived on Caamas, guardians of peace on a lush, vibrant world.
Her amber eyes scanned a faded sketch of Jedi Masters standing in front of the temple, their expressions serene and confident. She traced the edges of the drawing with her fingertips, her thoughts drifting between the past and the present. Though she cherished these quiet moments of reflection, her mind couldn't settle. Sitting still, even now, wasn't in her nature, and the subtle restlessness gnawed at her.
She shifted slightly, one hand resting over her still-flat abdomen, the other holding the book steady. She was a few weeks into her pregnancy now, and though the physical changes were minor, the weight of responsibility already pressed heavily on her mind. It wasn't just about taking care of herself — it was about preparing for the life growing within her while balancing her duties to the Order.
Valery let out a soft sigh, the serenity of the moment clashing with the unease she felt. She wanted to help more with the reconstruction, to be out there lifting debris or guiding the younger Jedi in their tasks. Instead, she was here, trying to force herself to rest.
The sound of approaching footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. She didn't need to look up to know who it was — his presence in the Force was as familiar and comforting as the Caamas breeze. A small smile tugged at her lips as she waited for Kahlil to join her.