Yellow Weaver
"I got lost in the cave's on Ilum and the ice wall nearly closed up, but it's really amazing that you know where to go,"
"Golly, it's nothin," Loomi responded bashfully, giving a wobbly smile. "I'm just real good at feeling things in the force. Kyber has a real unique feeling about it. Helps it stand out, y'know?"
She had always been really good at tracking things down in the force. It was a natural instinct, one that was probably aided by her unusual biology. It was hard to say, but such things were pretty normal for the Godoan to experience on a given day. It made it easy to find things, but a lot harder to focus sometimes. After all, it was just one more source of stimulation present to overwhelm her. Loomi had lots of those to choose from on any given day.
"I wonder if some padawan trials may end up occuring here," she pondered. "I know Ilum is the traditional location, but I can't help but wonder what those may look like here... Oh, I almost forgot!"
Loomi procured a silky backpack from under her ponch, a small carry bag. She reached in, procuring three sandwiches cut out in the shape of hearts, nut butter and honey contained within.
"I brough lunch."