Living In Color
Times were changing. Again.
The Maw had been pushed back on Tython. But Tython brought it's own scars to Iris. Not physically, but mentally. The shade still weighed on her mind, hovering overhead like a guillotine. She'd been pushing it away, aside to focus on trying to be the best Jedi she could be. But it was always full of mistakes. Mistakes she couldn't keep making. The Empire were no longer allies. The Maw had a new Dark Lord that Valery herself had fought. And now Master Valery was named the Sword of the Jedi.
Time for playing around were gone. At least for the eldest of her Padawans.
Within the rebuilt temple on Coruscant Iris waited for her fellows. War was coming. Larger than before. They all needed to be prepared as possible. Her gaze fell to her gloved hand that was still missing her pinky. They couldn't suffer the same pain she'd gone through so many times. Not if she could help them. So she waited. With Valery's new duties, it only made sense for Iris to help train them both, right? She still had things she could show them. And maybe they'd learn from her mistakes.
Silas Westgard | Cailen Corso