Mediation, Meditation, Inspiration for Itineration [Open]

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Obi-Wan had done as he ought, he'd done what he could and then retired from the field. Too many hands for that pot, and not a one of them with as little sense. Still he was weary from his injury and his healing, and after a strange dream-addled sleep, what was needed most was perspective. The church was crowded, the city was an uncertain mess, and there was little enough peace to be had in the barracks— the Jedi had retired to the oft-praised sensoriums to look for a place of quiet. And he'd found in his choice of setting nothing less than what was unmistakably a Jedi Temple.

Oh, it wasn't the Temple, but the architectural style, the general layout were similar, all rounded, organics shapes an living stone. It resonated with him and so he found a cushion and a comfortable, bright lace where little but warm moist breezes and quiet birdsong reached him and began the quiet, measured breaths that were a prelude to the less combat-oriented meditation styles. Comforting quite, peacegiving pulse of the living Force in his very veins...if introspection were not so disquieting, they would have given greater balance. Obi-Wan sighed and began again. Anakin and Luke would know where to find him, when they were ready— and at least one of them deserved the lecture he'd be getting, and knew it.

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Would the distractions never cease?

Obi-Wan turned to face the new ripple int he force, intending to give whoever it was a sharp word, but found himself taken aback to face...a little girl? He blinked, then tried to put on a more friendly visage and a greeting that came out as, "Er...hello, there."

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"... Hello," Roxie says, looking over at Obi-Wan. It's not quite intentional, that's easy to say—maybe even a little reflexive—but something about her demeanor that's rather bit cold and impersonal, despite the emotions roiling underneath.

She shuffles forward to get a bet a better look at the temple's interior.

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He frowned, at the bubbling emotions he sensed in her, but left well enough alone. She wasn't accompanied by any guardian, that was certain, but it seemed few of the rare children aboard this madhouse were. It was only a simulation, she couldn't hurt anything, and Stacy had made quite sure that there was as little as possible to hurt yourself on.

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Roxie moves to touch one of the Temple's pillars, fingers tracing along the stone in a way that suggests either familiarity or curiosity.

At the corner of her eye her gaze keeps covertly flicking over to Obi-Wan again, though.