The Lion King
Midvinter
Tháinbroek
"A Jedi temple? On Midvinter?" Thrand's tone of voice was steeped in uncertainty, but also curiosity. "I don't know, son. Us Valkyri have our traditions to maintain, and suddenly having robe-wearing strangers running around sounds like we'd be asking for trouble with the less-than welcoming members of our society."
Thurion looked to Coci before speaking. "Dad, we wouldn't build it close to any settlements. We know and respect your people's traditions - we would never intrude upon them."
Still unsure, the old man rubbed the back of his neck identical to how Thurion often would. "The Jedi helped us drive back the undead, and we're thankful for it. The Battle of Fafnersvik is still sung about in homes and taverns alike. You have earned their respect, but should a bunch of Jedi decide to make Midvinter their home I am not sure how they would respond." He paused to drink from his flagon filled with mead, wiping the froth from his beard. "Tell me, where then did you think of building it?"
"Well... somewhere remote, where we would trouble no-one and no-one would trouble us. Somewhere..." His gaze turned to the nearby window and the gorgeous view of the Midvinter mountains. He got up from his seat at the table and pointed. "...like that." Again Thurion turned to look at Coci with determined gaze, full of eagerness. "That's where we will build it."
Thrand too turned to Coci, taking her smaller hand in his. "Talk to me, dear. What are your thoughts?"
Tháinbroek
"A Jedi temple? On Midvinter?" Thrand's tone of voice was steeped in uncertainty, but also curiosity. "I don't know, son. Us Valkyri have our traditions to maintain, and suddenly having robe-wearing strangers running around sounds like we'd be asking for trouble with the less-than welcoming members of our society."
Thurion looked to Coci before speaking. "Dad, we wouldn't build it close to any settlements. We know and respect your people's traditions - we would never intrude upon them."
Still unsure, the old man rubbed the back of his neck identical to how Thurion often would. "The Jedi helped us drive back the undead, and we're thankful for it. The Battle of Fafnersvik is still sung about in homes and taverns alike. You have earned their respect, but should a bunch of Jedi decide to make Midvinter their home I am not sure how they would respond." He paused to drink from his flagon filled with mead, wiping the froth from his beard. "Tell me, where then did you think of building it?"
"Well... somewhere remote, where we would trouble no-one and no-one would trouble us. Somewhere..." His gaze turned to the nearby window and the gorgeous view of the Midvinter mountains. He got up from his seat at the table and pointed. "...like that." Again Thurion turned to look at Coci with determined gaze, full of eagerness. "That's where we will build it."
Thrand too turned to Coci, taking her smaller hand in his. "Talk to me, dear. What are your thoughts?"
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]