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This time of year, snow is common. What’s uncommon is the single, strange snowfall that glistened like tiny diamonds. Everything about the snow seemed normal—it’s cold, wet, and melts just like any other snow, it just also happens to look like tiny little gems are falling from the sky. Depending on who you’re with, it’s either incredibly strange, or incredibly romantic.
[Date: Mid December]
For three days it had snowed, drenching the world in white. The snow was odd, crystalline-like gems. While he'd lived in Destiny City his whole life, he'd never seen anything like that. Probably romantic for some people. For him, the snow got in the way of the stars. Stars had always fascinated him since he was a little boy. The cosmos drew him skyward at night, first with his own eyes then with an expensive telescope. Then he found Star Wars and the Jedi Code.
Ren - as Mourite because the uniform protected him from the cold more than any jacket he owned - shifted, the padawan braid falling off his shoulder. A padawan he still was, at least for a few more years. He was... alright with that. Antsy to get begin his trials, but as his teachings said 'the Force would provide' the time and place for them. The Code had become his way of life after his mother had died, and he used it as a shield against his father. He could be the perfect son for him by following the tenants of the Code, though that had not stopped the beatings. He may hate Azure Valley, but at least it got him away from his father two-thirds of the year.
He looked up from the rooftop of his Azure Valley dorm and reached out towards the sky. Mourite wanted to touch them, hold them in his hand. What wonders must exist outside their small world? Wonders he so desperately wanted to see. Yet, the Negaverse was primed on this world, and this world only. Rather narrowminded as he saw it. Yet, the Force had willed it, so here he was. While the organization was questionable, he dared not question the Force. There was a plan for him, he was sure of it, he just had to wait and see what became of it.
A snowflake landed in his hand, and he sat up to look at it as it quickly melted. Like a dying star, it quickly vanished. Mourite glanced up at the sky again and frowned. The sky had become clouded, obscuring his view of the stars. He grumbled and stood up, dusting himself off. Clearly, he was no longer supposed to be up here. Further proving his point was the campus security guards beginning to make their way towards his dorm building.
Mourite dropped from the roof and darted inside the building. He shed the glamour and Ren quickly returned to his dorm room. No sense in being caught out after curfew tonight. He did that enough as it was. With the holidays rapidly approaching, and the prospect of spending two weeks at home with his father, he found it prudent to minimize as much retribution as possible. Give him as little ammo to use against Ren; he could never eliminate the possibility of his father flying off the handle - his father could take issue with the smallest thing - but he could certainly reduce it. Perhaps the Force had a quiet holiday in his future.
Yet uneasiness lingered in his chest, though for what reason he was not sure. There was something about the snow, the way it glittered like cut gems, that made him pause.
Something was coming.
[WC: 546]
