#Scintillating Light|Corsucant

[brooklynislandgirl]

@tangleweave​  {who liked for a small starter}

It is called The Room of a Thousand Fountains. The name hardly does it justice. It sits at the base of the Temple’s northwestern side and rises seven stories high, unheard of for a greenhouse on Coruscant. For Keni the chamber is as close as she gets to come to in regards to her home-world. Once the short pathway behind the huge wooden doors that gate-keep the space is traverse there is a platform from which several stone and dirt paths emerge. Each winding path cuts through plants and large displays of exotic foliage from every nook and corner of the galaxy. Little bridges curve over streams that flow from unseen sources. Benches line some paths, welcoming meditation and reflection. Fountains can be heard trickling from everywhere in the chamber, along with the roar of the waterfall at the centre-point of the room.  All ranks of Jedi from youngling to grand master are encouraged to spend time in here, whether to contemplate the Force or to practice sabre technique. The only time the room is barred is when the Jedi Councils come to meet so they might be surrounded by peace and serenity.

Keni is one of the privileged few who has been given the task of helping cultivate and care for the greenery, she has a talent for that they say. She is almost embarrassed by the richness of gifts on display, such as the stand of Hylaian marsh bamboo, the Assari trees, the Bhanshrek bush grove. Nature is not the only bounty here, but technological wonder also exists. In the rafters of the room is a large collection of lighting banks that disguise the ceiling as an outdoor sky. A combination of light and canvas complete the illusion that gives the room a sense of being a completely separate environment from that of Coruscant. 

For now it is empty. Most of the Temple residents are about their own affairs, whether it is studying, practising, or indulging in what limited free time they are given. Keni is one such of the latter group and with Anakin once again off being brow-beaten into doing who knows what... she’s taken some respite in the expansive gardens. Her boots lie near by in a pile that consists of them, her belt and kit, her sabre, outer robes, and her pants. Her under tunic frees her arms and falls just short of her knees. She longs to feel bare earth and water beneath her feet. She longs to lie amongst the grasses in only the skin she was born into, soaking up every ounce of sunlight she can manage. In lieu of being able to fulfil those desires, she dips a foot into one of the deeper streams. Careful so as not to disturb anything else. Unfortunately though, not so careful to do so unseen. His presence in the Force was quiet. Perhaps deliberately so. It gives him the rare opportunity to sneak up on her, close enough to reach out and touch her exposed flesh if he wanted to. She can only turn her head, an expression of mixed emotions tinting her face with pale shades of green, and a faint catch of her breath somewhere behind the sharp little teeth finally beginning to come into her mouth in place where once there were only gaps. Emerald eyes blaze keenly in the counterfeit light. “I was not expecting you.”

[brooklynislandgirl]

@southern-belle-outcasts  {{xx}}

The Force speaks to Keni directly. Not in words but implications, colours, signs, feelings. It besets her as if she were standing on the Spine while the sea roared around her, its salt-laden arms lashing her skin and leaving burning kisses on her lips. Sometimes it embraces her as softly as her father might. Right now though it is cloudy. Dark and light in a ceaseless dance. Emotions that are being kept in check but that rage against their binding. It is Anakin then despite the fact that the Senator has not spoken a single word. Were it her politicking, were it some sickness or disease…Amidala has a hundred doctors that would cater to her, at least a dozen other politicians that might be more sympathetic to her pet cause. There would be no need to risk coming here in disguise. She does not allow any of her sudden, sharp disquiet to bleed through to her delicate features. If anything, she looks more like a statue than a consular knight. She doesn’t so much as blink. A diplomat’s grace, she merely wishes to conceal her affections for her friend, the boy she has grown up with, the man who is almost the other half of her. Especially when the person who sought her out and here of all places is that very same person’s wife. She meets Amidala’s dark gaze with a certain calm. Until she speaks. Her emerald gaze dips down from the former Queen’s face to her belly and back. She can all but taste the new life within her. It is not her place to question. Someone is surely bound to notice and there’s no doubt the other half of the parentage will be obvious. As obvious as her outrage that they’d sent Pe-Tyr to the Service Corps without even allowing him to make an argument for himself, and how bitterly she’d wept into Fane’s chest in the aftermath, clutching desperately at her only remaining clan-mate for fear he would be taken from her as well. Keni’s only clear course then is to incline her head in short order, then step aside from the bed, permitting the Senator a place to sit. She withdraws her hands into the sleeves of the robes. “As it pleases you, Senator.” The tapered points of her sharpest teeth bite into her tongue and she can taste the sweetness of her own blood to keep from answering the other woman’s thoughts, so loud in Keni’s head that she hears them as if they’d been passionately uttered. “Some are… allowed to walk away, after an ill-defined term of service, it is true.” Well, at least that is what is said. When Dooku left, he had done so while being respected by his fellow Jedi, and they did very little to hinder him at all. Some said he had been misguided and it was considered something of a pity to lose him, but he was allowed to leave peacefully, in a dignified manner, and remained favoured even with renouncing the Order.  The same would not be Anakin’s fate. But this she knows. The longer the war goes on, the more and more the Order and the Republic sensationalise the Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear, the less likely they will loosen their hold on him. Even if the CIS chose to cease fire in the morning, there would be one more crisis, one more galaxy shattering threat that would require him to address. “Senator, have you considered that his visions are not merely fear manifesting the only way that he can process it? That you and your offspring are in grave danger from the entire galaxy? I do not believe the Separatists would be afraid to do great harm to deal him a blow.” Nor would Keni doubt for a single moment that the Order itself would be above conspiring against Anakin if his betrayal of the Order were to come to light. Amidala stands to lose much face and her standing as a Senator, Anakin’s life might be forfeit. She also knows that no one would ever get close enough to him to do what the Council might ask, no one but herself. And she would sooner burn Coruscant to the very overdeveloped and poisoned ground than carry it out. “I make no effort to hide my bond with him, my lady. I do not say this to upset you, but you can see with your own eyes the veracity of what I say. So I ask, what would you have me do? What goal do you have in mind?”