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𝟶𝟶𝟶. “Medicine. I need my medicine.” Kaye muttered, her vexation at yet another unsuccessful encounter with one of the Jedi Masters driving her to the lowest of an ale mug. She strolled through the bustling streets of Olega like a ghost on the prowl, piercing for the relief promised by alcohol.
Kaye's footsteps echoed down the busy streets of Olega, where the hum of the daily grind and the rattling of weighty businesses filled the air. The faces around her were hard, focused, and intent on their own affairs.
With every step, she radiated a calm, quiet confidence. She held her head high, allowing the eyes of the world to wash over her as if they held no more power than raindrops against her cloak.
With an insatiable yearning to lay her eyes upon her former master, Kaye made her way to the closest master to her, Master Torbin. She requested to visit Master Sol, her former master before she officially became a Gray Jedi.
However, as it turns out, pleading for something that is beyond what they had sanctioned proved to be a much more arduous pursuit than originally conceived. Asking for extra wasn't as easy as initially expected.
Kaye was taught to follow her own code, but Master Sol didn't expect her to wind up as a Gray Jedi — A type of Force user who freely walks the line between the light and the dark sides of the Force.
They are not affiliated with the Jedi Order, but they also do not succumb to the temptation of the dark side of the Force. Rather, they use the Force as they see fit and suitable. However, the young woman still does not treat a Jedi and a Sith equally.
Kaye's aimless journey through the busy streets of Olega led her to a shop. It was a homely establishment with a restful, cozy, and inviting atmosphere. As a trained pupil, the scent of strong liquor immediately filled her nostrils from afar, inviting her inside.
Despite being so close to the wine she had been searching for, Kaye could not help but feel ill at ease. Something felt wrong, but her senses were quite mild. However, despite the tension in the mid air, she ignored the negative energy and pursued on with her task with unwavering tenacity and focus.
Kaye's vision lingered on the aisle, as she admired its foreign contents. It was filled with wooden materials and fabrics. A frown of frustration creased her lips, failing to locate the alcohols.
Her eyes gazed on the counter before her, but before her eyes shred away, a brief glimpse of someone by the large wall ahead captured her attention. A man with an untamed beard and hair, with an aura of tiredness surrounding him, yet charming.
