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𝕮𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ━━ 𝘼 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉
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Selyn Val'aeon is a force to be reckoned with. And she knows it.
It is what drives her out into the temple each morning to practice in solitude; a lonely figure standing in a sanctuary of sky-high pillars with the first golden rays of sunlight falling through tall windows – the training room in the Jedi temple lies vast, it is too early for any other padawans to be up yet.
A girl, eighteen years old, with platin blonde hair and blue eyes – feet are in a wide, relaxed stance of a warrior that trusts in their own strength - as she lowers her head, focusing on the force humming around her and the guidance of her ancestors, the very essence of her culture, of her home. A fragment she had taken with her and refuses to let go.
Najih. Zar'rez. At'naay.
Words older than she will ever know, passed on from generation to generation by the people on her homeplanet Crylles.
Birth. Fire. Destruction.
Words that provide guidance, a mantra – and conflict.
Selyn exhales slowly, balancing the lightsaber in her hands at the height of her stomach. Her fingers tighten around the hilt, feeling the wood and the golden ornaments and the warm presence of her kyber crystal, slumbering between her palms and now flickering with warmth as she closes her eyes.
