It had been too many years since he had stepped through that doorway, but it felt so familiar, it could have been yesterday. He pulled off his gloves, stuffing them in the pocket inside his robe. His fingers rubbed the warn doorway carefully. White eyes look to the desk, lightly decorated, but considerably well used over its time. The walls were bare once more, waiting for him to move in.

Of course, even when he served as commander the first time around, there was little in the way of wall decor, much to the ribbing of his friends and allies. He recalled once, Raph saying that he needed to move into the office so that it looked like someone actually worked there. He the steps towards the desk, running his fingers along the edge, smiling still. He walked behind the desk, behind the chair, placing his hands upon the high back of the chair. He exhaled slowly.

The sensations were almost too much, the memories flooding him relentlessly. Some things held such a strong memory for so long, he felt them even through the Force. White eyes closed briefly, squeezing the chair as a light smile formed upon his lips. He turned the chair with one hand, slowly settling himself in to the chair. He pulled himself into place, and opened one of the drawers out of curiosity.

A brass plate with "Commander-in-Chief" was sitting on top of some folders. The brass was slightly cold from sitting there for so long in the drawer. He cleaned it off with burst of air from his mouth before setting it on the opposite side of the desk, facing towards the open door. He leaned back slightly in the chair as his hands dropped to his lap.

The office was open for business.

He smiled at Thara's words, allowing them to rest not only in his mind but in his heart. It had been a while since the two had talked. He wanted to say something to her when he was called away, not realizing that his new duties would keep him longer from his home.

Home. He turned in the chair, looking out the window after he heard her walk down the hall. He watched the few birds fly by the window that he had sensed. He stood up, walking towards the window.

How long had Rhy'Din been his home? When did he quit calling Akardia his home. He shook his head, looking back to the desk. He watched it, as if it were going to get up and move on him. He finally broke his gaze and looked back out the window.