Savria knelt within one of the temples meditating. She has donned the robe of her order more for the warmth and familiar presence than anything else. The mask was on her belt though the monks that were tending to the temple gave her a bit of space. She knew they would not show fear or pity but their reaction was typical.
Culpos? own manner of dress today is...well, unusual, to say the least; Denim blue jeans, hiking boots, a t-shirt, over which he wears a thick jacket. He definitely doesn't look the part of a Jedi, or for that matter any kind of Force user at all, save for the ever-present figure of the lightsaber dangling at his hip. All of the clothing he is wearing looks to be very nearly new, in fact.
Her head tilted up as she felt the ripple. Her lips curved into a smile, though she was surprised in his appearance. "Greetings, Culpos."
He bows his head, the hair now tied back in a long ponytail hanging down his back. "Hell, Savria. How goes your day?"
She smiled, "As well as can be expected. And you, Culpos? You look... comfortable."
He chuckles softly, taking a seat close by, a slight blush touching his cheeks. "I thought it might not be a bad idea to expand my limited selection of clothing...in fact it is remarkably comfortable. And warm, as well."
She turned towards him relaxing as she did. "I can imagine. I had thought about doing similar... but..."
He tilts his head, the crimson eyes fixed on where hers should be. "But what?"
There was that self-depreciating smile, "I would have to trust in another's aid."
For a moment he nods to that, and then as some thought crosses his mind he blushes deeply, turning his face away purely by habit as he hides the thought away. "I see."
She nodded and drew the robes around her. "Then there is one other reason. The robes are familiar... comforting in their own way."
He smiles at that, looking back to her, the blush in his cheeks having faded somewhat. "I can understand that, at least."
She gave a little shrug, "One must do what one can to survive. And I am still wary of approaching the enclave."
He hadn't given any thought to the Enclave at all, and in fact has done what he could to avoid thinking of it. "Why would you be so wary?"
She tilted her head as she spoke, "Knowing that they come from the past... a time when the Order was stricter." She shook her head, "(vq) I don't want to led them to you."
He sighs, shaking his head. "I don't see how you would...or could. And besides...I can defend myself if needs be."
She shrugged, "I wouldn't." She tilted her head to regard him, "I don't know why. I just know I don't feel comfortable with the idea. Bad feeling and all." She pulled the cloak a bit around. "I know you can defend yourself, Culpos." She stood and walked to one of the opening in the walls. "I..."
He doesn't move from where he sits, watching her in silence. Despite having fallen from the Jedi, patience has always been one thing he has possessed an abundance of.
Her head tilted forward for the moment as she gathered her thoughts. "I do know why. It's because I care." Her head tilted up as if looking at the sky.
His voice is very quiet as he speaks, still not moving from where he sits. "What is it you care about?"
She doesn't move more than to wrap her arms around herself and pull the robes closer against the chill, "You... I care about you."
Culpos? own manner of dress today is...well, unusual, to say the least; Denim blue jeans, hiking boots, a t-shirt, over which he wears a thick jacket. He definitely doesn't look the part of a Jedi, or for that matter any kind of Force user at all, save for the ever-present figure of the lightsaber dangling at his hip. All of the clothing he is wearing looks to be very nearly new, in fact.
Her head tilted up as she felt the ripple. Her lips curved into a smile, though she was surprised in his appearance. "Greetings, Culpos."
He bows his head, the hair now tied back in a long ponytail hanging down his back. "Hell, Savria. How goes your day?"
She smiled, "As well as can be expected. And you, Culpos? You look... comfortable."
He chuckles softly, taking a seat close by, a slight blush touching his cheeks. "I thought it might not be a bad idea to expand my limited selection of clothing...in fact it is remarkably comfortable. And warm, as well."
She turned towards him relaxing as she did. "I can imagine. I had thought about doing similar... but..."
He tilts his head, the crimson eyes fixed on where hers should be. "But what?"
There was that self-depreciating smile, "I would have to trust in another's aid."
For a moment he nods to that, and then as some thought crosses his mind he blushes deeply, turning his face away purely by habit as he hides the thought away. "I see."
She nodded and drew the robes around her. "Then there is one other reason. The robes are familiar... comforting in their own way."
He smiles at that, looking back to her, the blush in his cheeks having faded somewhat. "I can understand that, at least."
She gave a little shrug, "One must do what one can to survive. And I am still wary of approaching the enclave."
He hadn't given any thought to the Enclave at all, and in fact has done what he could to avoid thinking of it. "Why would you be so wary?"
She tilted her head as she spoke, "Knowing that they come from the past... a time when the Order was stricter." She shook her head, "(vq) I don't want to led them to you."
He sighs, shaking his head. "I don't see how you would...or could. And besides...I can defend myself if needs be."
She shrugged, "I wouldn't." She tilted her head to regard him, "I don't know why. I just know I don't feel comfortable with the idea. Bad feeling and all." She pulled the cloak a bit around. "I know you can defend yourself, Culpos." She stood and walked to one of the opening in the walls. "I..."
He doesn't move from where he sits, watching her in silence. Despite having fallen from the Jedi, patience has always been one thing he has possessed an abundance of.
Her head tilted forward for the moment as she gathered her thoughts. "I do know why. It's because I care." Her head tilted up as if looking at the sky.
His voice is very quiet as he speaks, still not moving from where he sits. "What is it you care about?"
She doesn't move more than to wrap her arms around herself and pull the robes closer against the chill, "You... I care about you."