Tides of Change
Genetia
Maataua City
Elias closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
He could feel the salty air rush into his lungs, filling him with a freshness that was unmatched on any other world but Genetia. Even other oceanic planets had trouble comparing… Kabal, Kamino - they were absolutely beautiful, but they had nothing on Elias’ homeworld. He leaned against the railing, looking over the edge of the platform city to the expansive seas surrounding it.
Genetia was a little known gem as far as the Alliance was concerned, and a selfish part of Elias was glad for it. He believed it would remain untouched by the war if it stayed under everyone’s radar. But Genetia was also home to an impressive Jedi enclave, here in the capital. Sharing the island people’s knowledge and understanding of the Force with the NJO could prove invaluable. So he decided to start acclimating slowly, first with a few Council members and then the rest of the Jedi, once his people were ready for openness.
The laughter of a pair of young Genetian children caught Elias’ attention. He turned to find a boy and girl, no older than 10, standing behind him. They had huge grins on their faces and a small whalebone carving in each of their hands. They offered them promptly to Elias, who immediately began to grab a couple of his own carvings from his trouser pocket.
“Manuia le Tausaga Fou!” the children said in unison. As they swapped bone charms, Elias returned with a warm “Happy New Year to you as well.”
They ran along, comparing the carvings he’d given them. Elias took note of his as well, seeing more beauty than most would in a simple child’s design. He cherished every scrimshaw and charm he’d ever received, no matter how simple or intricate the carving. Whalebone was a symbol of the new year for his people, and he was excited to share that with one of his closest friends.
He took a carefully carved charm from his pocket and rubbed his thumb over it as he watched the skies for Valery Noble to arrive.
“Ashla guides your path, whether on the seas or above them,” he whispered, uttering the small prayer.
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Valery Noble
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