Post by Lyna Numbray on Jan 27, 2007 19:45:38 GMT -5
The newly promoted Jedi Master patrols the halls of the jedi praxeum. The shuffle of Lyna's cloak swishing behind her, as well as the CLANK....CLANK of her lightsaber staff tapping the ground are the only noticable noises. She passes the jedi archives, the hangar, the sparring rooms, the council chamber. Yet she enters none of these rooms. Reaching a large durasteel door at the end of the hall, she strides through, finding herself in one of the courtyard gardens. Master Numbray leans her back against the face of a large rock, closing her eyes and dozing off.