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When the alarm rang, she threw one of her pillows at the chrono. She hated being waken up in the middle of a good dream. But the alarm kept going. Morgana's eyes darted to the chrono as she vaguely emerged from her mess of bedsheets. "Frell!" She suddenly realized that it was the announce of upcoming exit from hyperscape.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Darn it!" She half toppled over the floor as she got to her feet, still tangled in her sheets. She rushed to the cockpit and planted her butt in the pilot's seat. She yawned as she maneuvered Lueur Nocturne back into normal space. Oh gods, she wasn't awake.
She rumaged through a small crate she kept on the copilot seat, grabbing a blanket to keep warm and an half empty thermos of caf. It'd probably taste ugly but it'd do until she landed in a couple of hours.
Good thing she wasn't hangover like a few days ago after having been officially accepted in the NRIS. Aien and her had got pretty hammered, reminiscing tons of crazy youth stories. She vaguely remembered having imitated a few of her uptight annoying aunts at some point, while he cracked silly and deserved jokes about some of her exes. It had been fun.
She was still wrapping her mind that she had actually joined the NRIS. Now, she'd have to rearrange her life, and schedule. And she was so going to need to get a place on Telos for when staying there. Hotels were nice, but frankly, she liked having her own place to spread her mess and stuff.
That could wait though, as before returning to Raltiir, she was making a pit stop by Yavin VIII. And this time, it wasn't for ship trouble!
***
"Yeah, much better." Morgana was now all awake and even dressed for the cold weather! She had landed at the same space port than the next time and had walked her way to the Jedi Temple.
Smart as she was, she had realized she hadn't any way to contact Kameron prior to showing up. She hoped she wouldn't arrive right when he was busy with training. Heck, she was aware she had lost her mind to just come back like this, but she felt like doing this, and she always listened to her instinct - or other things as Aien would probably joke.
When she reached the large doors leading to the building, she realized that maybe people weren't supposed to just show up without a warning, especially when they weren't Jedi.
She shrugged and stepped inside. The hall was bloody impressive! The pale colors of the stone and a few statues had stunning volumes and pure lines. The artist in her couldn't help noticing all of this.
"May I help you?" She was startled as she turned on her heels and faced an alien woman, whose species she couldn't place. "I hope so!" Not sure about the protocole, she offered her hand as she introduced herself. "My name is Morgana DeLaTour. I came to see Padawan Kameron Angellus. Would it be possible to let him know I am here?"
The Jedi accepted the handshake. "I am Knight Getoyla. The name is unfamiliar to me, but I will see what I can do. If you will just stay here, Miss DeLaTour." Morgana beamed. "No problem! Thank you very much!" She watched the woman leave into some hallways.
Having no idea how long this would take, she reached out for her bag and walked around for a moment, before sitting on one of the benches, cross legged, so she had a perfect angle for the Great Hall. Grabbing her stylus and flimsi sheets, she began to sketch.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Darn it!" She half toppled over the floor as she got to her feet, still tangled in her sheets. She rushed to the cockpit and planted her butt in the pilot's seat. She yawned as she maneuvered Lueur Nocturne back into normal space. Oh gods, she wasn't awake.
She rumaged through a small crate she kept on the copilot seat, grabbing a blanket to keep warm and an half empty thermos of caf. It'd probably taste ugly but it'd do until she landed in a couple of hours.
Good thing she wasn't hangover like a few days ago after having been officially accepted in the NRIS. Aien and her had got pretty hammered, reminiscing tons of crazy youth stories. She vaguely remembered having imitated a few of her uptight annoying aunts at some point, while he cracked silly and deserved jokes about some of her exes. It had been fun.
She was still wrapping her mind that she had actually joined the NRIS. Now, she'd have to rearrange her life, and schedule. And she was so going to need to get a place on Telos for when staying there. Hotels were nice, but frankly, she liked having her own place to spread her mess and stuff.
That could wait though, as before returning to Raltiir, she was making a pit stop by Yavin VIII. And this time, it wasn't for ship trouble!
***
"Yeah, much better." Morgana was now all awake and even dressed for the cold weather! She had landed at the same space port than the next time and had walked her way to the Jedi Temple.
Smart as she was, she had realized she hadn't any way to contact Kameron prior to showing up. She hoped she wouldn't arrive right when he was busy with training. Heck, she was aware she had lost her mind to just come back like this, but she felt like doing this, and she always listened to her instinct - or other things as Aien would probably joke.
When she reached the large doors leading to the building, she realized that maybe people weren't supposed to just show up without a warning, especially when they weren't Jedi.
She shrugged and stepped inside. The hall was bloody impressive! The pale colors of the stone and a few statues had stunning volumes and pure lines. The artist in her couldn't help noticing all of this.
"May I help you?" She was startled as she turned on her heels and faced an alien woman, whose species she couldn't place. "I hope so!" Not sure about the protocole, she offered her hand as she introduced herself. "My name is Morgana DeLaTour. I came to see Padawan Kameron Angellus. Would it be possible to let him know I am here?"
The Jedi accepted the handshake. "I am Knight Getoyla. The name is unfamiliar to me, but I will see what I can do. If you will just stay here, Miss DeLaTour." Morgana beamed. "No problem! Thank you very much!" She watched the woman leave into some hallways.
Having no idea how long this would take, she reached out for her bag and walked around for a moment, before sitting on one of the benches, cross legged, so she had a perfect angle for the Great Hall. Grabbing her stylus and flimsi sheets, she began to sketch.
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