A statue cast in a soft warm light held its gaze over the Eocho Mountains and the valley within. Though the delicate details of its stone-carved features eroded away, it stood tall despite the passage of time. Its empty stare failed to meet the eyes of the padawan who gawked at the distant structure with intrigue, half-admiring, half-waiting. How many years would it take to sculpt something of that magnitude?
Admittedly, Adrian knew very little of the planet save for the fact that it was home to several ancient ruins as well as the Jedi temple. Perhaps its presence was why the Order felt confident enough to send two inexperienced padawans to poke around the ruins on their own.
His stomach was in knots as he mulled over the seemingly endless possibilities of something going awry. He dipped his head and fixed his eyes on the rock he had been kicking around the landing area for the past hour.
We’re doomed. Yes, he’d already decided their fate.
He kicked the rock again only this time with more force. There was a thud as it hit something, someone, in front of him. The padawan looked up abruptly, face growing hot. His eyes darted around the landing area, hoping no one else had taken notice. He opened his mouth to say something, perplexed and eager to move on. "My bad. I didn't see you there."
Adrian tried to do the polite thing after kicking a rock at a stranger and hesitantly extended a gloved hand out from under his poncho. “I’m uh… Adrian. You’re not hurt, are you?”
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