Sapphire Embers
She could barely remember it now. The last time that he had imparted knowledge to her as they sat in the garden of his home, a year before her last birthday and her discovery of her true mother. Since her arrival on Coruscant, and her subsequent induction into a more full time presence in the Jedi Order, she felt as if everything she had done with her former master had been almost half a decade prior and like a distant memory. No amount of orthodox Jedi Masters could distract her from the reality that she continued to feel out of place in and on a world she had only ever seen in passing.
Nevertheless she took to the recommendations of a select few masters she had encountered and travelled, as advised, to a landing pad that had been marked on a datapad entrusted to her. It had been for the sake of keeping pace with the ever constant events outside Coruscant, but she also had the feeling that it was also for her own use in noting down the day to day so she could build some semblance of a normalcy in a home away from home; if she could consider an empty home a home any longer.
It had been a few months since his disappearance and she still hadn't the slightest idea as to how or why.
Rather than fixating on those thoughts, however, she instead turned her attention to a number of ships that adorned the landing pad as she arrived. On one side she could see a number of civilian and public transports, the other a variety adorned with the representations of various organizations that associated themselves with the Jedi Order. Some had visible symbols while others reflected belonging through design alone, yet it was none of these craft that grasped her attention particularly as her eyes fell on one that sat alone on the far end nearer to a zone she could only associate with personal transports.
She'd never seen anything quite like it, though her experience with a range of craft was rather limited, and approached it as such. Face stricken with the look of a unashamed awe as her face expressed intrigue, curiosity and bewilderment simultaneously. While she knew she was tasked with finding the master that she'd been suggested, somewhere on this particular landing pad, the very notion of continuing that investigation took a backseat to the welcome distraction of the ship before her.
She did, of course, hope that whomever piloted this particular craft was present for the myriad of questions that had already begun to take root.
Nevertheless she took to the recommendations of a select few masters she had encountered and travelled, as advised, to a landing pad that had been marked on a datapad entrusted to her. It had been for the sake of keeping pace with the ever constant events outside Coruscant, but she also had the feeling that it was also for her own use in noting down the day to day so she could build some semblance of a normalcy in a home away from home; if she could consider an empty home a home any longer.
It had been a few months since his disappearance and she still hadn't the slightest idea as to how or why.
Rather than fixating on those thoughts, however, she instead turned her attention to a number of ships that adorned the landing pad as she arrived. On one side she could see a number of civilian and public transports, the other a variety adorned with the representations of various organizations that associated themselves with the Jedi Order. Some had visible symbols while others reflected belonging through design alone, yet it was none of these craft that grasped her attention particularly as her eyes fell on one that sat alone on the far end nearer to a zone she could only associate with personal transports.
She'd never seen anything quite like it, though her experience with a range of craft was rather limited, and approached it as such. Face stricken with the look of a unashamed awe as her face expressed intrigue, curiosity and bewilderment simultaneously. While she knew she was tasked with finding the master that she'd been suggested, somewhere on this particular landing pad, the very notion of continuing that investigation took a backseat to the welcome distraction of the ship before her.
She did, of course, hope that whomever piloted this particular craft was present for the myriad of questions that had already begun to take root.
