Post by Vehem on Feb 28, 2007 22:33:35 GMT -5
Vehem always hated having to return to the temple between assignments. Having to see all those happy younglings goining on to all their friends about how Master so and so had chosen them because of their natural force attunement, or how much control they had over the emotions, or some other such nonsense.
Even the other members of his "team", if you could even call it that, could tell a noticible difference than when they were off-planet. He was irritable, moody, always seemed to be upset at something. And he was like that now, trying to shut out the sounds of a thousand padawans and younglings while inside his small little cell they called his quarters, waiting to be contacted about where they would be shipping him off to next.
Even the other members of his "team", if you could even call it that, could tell a noticible difference than when they were off-planet. He was irritable, moody, always seemed to be upset at something. And he was like that now, trying to shut out the sounds of a thousand padawans and younglings while inside his small little cell they called his quarters, waiting to be contacted about where they would be shipping him off to next.
