Daerlayne
Jun 13th, 2004, 11:40:35 AM
The news had been good for the one-time street tough, and that was the acceptance of his application to the Jedi Order. His hopes of getting the answers to the questions that had plagued him recently were kindled a bit more, though this was just the first step in a long journey. But that fact was not the least bit daunting to him, as nothing had ever really come easily to him. Most likely, that would work to his advantage as it would allow for less discouragement when the journey became more difficult.
The few things that he had taken from his apartment were here, though most of it he had left for Cassandra. All he really needed were enough clothes to get by for a time, and that was one thing that he had plenty of. Even if they were less than top of the line.
It still didn't have that feel of home yet, though with time, perhaps that would change. One thing that hadn't really changed was the general and constant tingling sensation that he felt everywhere around this place. Not at all surprising if his own thoughts about why he got that sensation were true. He would find out soon enough, and then learn how to control it.
The backpack that he had brought his things in was tossed to his bed, and the young man walked over towards the window to glance out. One hand reached to rifle through his sandy blond hair, a soft exhalation of air escaping his lips.
The few things that he had taken from his apartment were here, though most of it he had left for Cassandra. All he really needed were enough clothes to get by for a time, and that was one thing that he had plenty of. Even if they were less than top of the line.
It still didn't have that feel of home yet, though with time, perhaps that would change. One thing that hadn't really changed was the general and constant tingling sensation that he felt everywhere around this place. Not at all surprising if his own thoughts about why he got that sensation were true. He would find out soon enough, and then learn how to control it.
The backpack that he had brought his things in was tossed to his bed, and the young man walked over towards the window to glance out. One hand reached to rifle through his sandy blond hair, a soft exhalation of air escaping his lips.