Pillars jested up high, into the ceiling that seemed to be apart of the heavens. Zaden knew nothing else, but the halls of the Onderon Jedi Temple, and was always curious as to what was beyond them. Wondered what the people were like on other planets, and what true adventure tasted like.
But he knew better to want such a thing, and resisted the idea of heading outside the doors of the temple to go see what he could get his hands on.
The training saber on his belt swayed slowly with each movement of his legs as he walked, the blue blade was nothing more but a hot energy beam that would bruise, and burn you. One day he would have one of his own, maybe, if he could pass all his training, and tests.
He was beginning his fourteenth year of living, taken to the temple by the Jedi after being weened from his mother, whoever she was. He never asked about his parents, his curiosity didn't stretch out to his life, but to what he could learn about life itself in general, and whatever else the galaxy held for him.
In his mind, he thought it was time to head to the library, do some reading, meditate afterwards, then probably grab something to snack on, and then head to bed. Wasn't like he could do much more as he was stuck here, curfews, and rules, he didn't like them, but he obeyed them, most of them. He did so, because he knew it was right, and even though he didn't like them, he knew they were there to keep him safe, and they themselves were tests alone.