Jedi Brat!
In the heart of Tython's tranquil wilderness, where the mountains paint the sky line, and the air carries the crisp chill of early dawn. The sun, a shy spectator, peeks over jagged peaks, casting a golden glow that pours across the untouched snow. It is here, amidst the serene beauty of nature, that the landscape unfolds in a barrage of vibrant greens and pristine whites, a tribute to the planet's raw, untamed spirit.
Nestled within this majestic setting stands a small shack, its wooden structure weathered by time and elements, yet standing firm like a steadfast sentinel. Smoke curls lazily from its chimney, merging with the mist that clings to the mountain slopes, creating a somber veil that blurs the line between the earth and sky.
Braze, a young Jedi, stands outside this humble abode. Clad in dull simple garments designed to ward off the morning chill, he waits with a patience born of years of training and trials. His gaze is fixed on the winding path that snakes through the forest and the skies above, anticipation and a hint of nervousness playing across his features. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in his journey, one that promises to challenge him in ways he has yet to imagine.
As Braze awaits Cyran's arrival, the tranquility of the surroundings seeps into his bones, calming his restless spirit. The whisper of the wind through the trees, the distant call of a bird, the soft rustle of leaves—all speak to him.