Wandering on Naboo [Open]

[Allyson Locke]

The sun shined brightly along the grassy hills of Naboo, he had taken a day trip to the planet deciding it would probably be a good idea to find out about other parts of the galaxy – also to clear his mind. The wounds that he had suffered from facing off with Kaine were nearly healed, but there were other wounds that remained open. Sighing softly, he wandered around the street market that had set up in the morning hours, he had avoided it for most of the day, but his stomach finally won the war.

The young Knight wandered down the street checking each and every stand that stood, his figure towered over some of the merchants he spoke too. Each could tell the boy was a Jedi despite the non-Jedi attire he wore. Figuring it was the lightsabers that clung to his thighs were a dead giveaway, Sopher didn’t give off too much of the Jedi vibe, unless the stern unsmiling look was something the Jedi did as well. Finding a fruit stand he quickly exchanged the credits necessary and grabbed a hold of a ripe pear and an apple.

His boots tapped lightly against the stone streets as he made his way to a small park. Finding a tree he leaned against it and bit into the apple with a satisfying crunch. Looking at the fruit after he bit it, he ate the bite and then sighed softly. His mind occupied and he knew he needed to meet new people – maybe they could get his mind off of her.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla hadn’t visited Naboo since meeting one of the ex-Grandmasters for the first time, and her childhood mechanic being murdered by Sith. They had tried to assassinate Darron, and her along with him with no avail.

Needless to say, she’d been a little busy since then.

But still. Naboo was as much her home as Kiffu. Her training had began and completed on this planet, and she’d owned an estate in Katara up until the attack; at which point she sold it. She still had the credits sitting in the bank. Maybe she’d reinvest in property again.

As if walking through history again, Kiskla revisited a market that mirrored the one in Katara. This was more central however, nearer to the Lake Country. This was a disadvantage, in her opinion, as it didn’t have the same balmy feel and aromatic intrigues as the primarily tourist market. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to boil someone’s blood this time — alas she didn’t believe she would. Since re-integrating herself within The Order, her more benevolent nature was conquering the celestial darkness that curled in her veins.

Lackadaisically, she perused the stands. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular — just a distraction. She’d meant to distract herself from her thoughts when meditating on Tython, but had been interrupted by fellow Jedi; that had forced her to be a pinnacle once more. Here, she could brood in confidence.

Or so she thought.

There was a presence that tripped within her field of responsibility, a natural extension for the young Master, that was familiar. Ice eyes flicked across the heads in the area, the head with a cropped blond cut was the only one that seemed memorable. And it was only briefly. He was some distance away, and in solace to enjoying the naturalness of Naboo — something she used to get lost in as a Padawan.

Kiskla only knew him by face. He likely knew her as a wedge, dividing herself and authority between him and his..Sithy lover. Weird. Then again, Kiskla wasn’t particularly one for relationships and wouldn’t be able to fathom the emotional attachment. But once the arrests had been made, the jurisdiction of the women has passed from her hands. She didn’t care to deal with it, and allowed someone with more insight into the two to handle the cause.

Finding nothing of particular interest in the market, the blonde Jedi’s light footing tread in the direction of the youth resting against the massive trunk. As she approached, she rested her hands in her pockets for a more casual approach. Like the learner, she was not in traditional Jedi garb. Then again, the only time she ever donned those brown things was during council matters.

“So,” she started, not one to beat around the bush “This is a change of pace from Zygerria isn’t it."

@[member="Sopher Jakobs"]