Torin Tlo'Cloon
Sep 13th, 2003, 10:04:58 AM
One link from the chain, and the cradle will fall.
It was early morning on Coruscant. The soft breeze drifted soundlessly and effortless into the confines of the Jedi Recruitment Hall, as did the warm sun. The sleepy, empty room was a very pretty sight.
The smell of the plant life,and herbs played gently in the wind together as if in a dance of aroma. The sun twinkled and glistened against the white walls, and gold trimmings that lined the furniture. The only detail that broke this perfect setting, was a figure sitting within a comfy chair towards the front near the doors.
It was a Kel Dor.
However, this Kel Dor was different. He was poised in quite a extravagant pose. His back strait and his head high. The Kel Dor's cloths were exquisitely made, while his attire as a whole were of noble stature. It was rare to se such a creature, Kel Dor, in such lovely robes.
He was of course here for one reason only. To become a Jedi.
It was early morning on Coruscant. The soft breeze drifted soundlessly and effortless into the confines of the Jedi Recruitment Hall, as did the warm sun. The sleepy, empty room was a very pretty sight.
The smell of the plant life,and herbs played gently in the wind together as if in a dance of aroma. The sun twinkled and glistened against the white walls, and gold trimmings that lined the furniture. The only detail that broke this perfect setting, was a figure sitting within a comfy chair towards the front near the doors.
It was a Kel Dor.
However, this Kel Dor was different. He was poised in quite a extravagant pose. His back strait and his head high. The Kel Dor's cloths were exquisitely made, while his attire as a whole were of noble stature. It was rare to se such a creature, Kel Dor, in such lovely robes.
He was of course here for one reason only. To become a Jedi.