Running Up That Hill
Hollis watched out the view-port as her transport approached the temple. Though she kept her expression as impassive as she could, so as not to frighten her seat neighbor, she was positively giddy. This was indeed the start of something new. Very new. Hollis could hardly believe that she would soon be joining the ranks of the New Jedi Order.
It was a decision she had absolutely agonized over for months.
Though her parents had not opposed the idea of their daughter becoming a Jedi, they hadn't been encouraging, either. They'd put the weight square on Hollis' shoulders and insisted that she make a decision and live with it. Perhaps it was because they were used to her flighty ways, her constant flitting from one thing to another. One day she was determined to become a painter. The next she wanted to be a dancer. And the following week she'd given it all up to be a baker. It was true, Hollis had never stuck with anything. It wasn't that she was incapable of follow-through, but she just didn't want to miss out on anything. There was SO much out there in the galaxy. This, maybe this was the way to experience it all -- at least that's the conclusion she'd come to.
As the transport had set down on the landing pad, Hollis was out of her seat and collecting her luggage. She walked with a springy step down the ramp, her eyes open wide and a grin spread across her face. Then, she stood at the bottom of the ramp... and realized that she had no idea where she needed to go. "Ah," Hollis stepped aside to let the other passengers off. "Sorry! So sorry about that. Do you think you could--" she started to say, but all of the other passengers carried on like they had urgent business that needed attending. In all the excitement, she'd merely skimmed the invitation details. She shuffled along, searching her bag for her datapad.
Maybe she'd saved the message that explained it all or maybe someone would come along to collect her.
Or maybe she'd get lost.
(Help me Kyell Laysel)