Ahsoka Tano: Out of TuneWater dripped somewhere, causing echos on the temple's cave walls. A breeze rustled through the cave, bringing with it the smell of the snowstorm outside. The crystals sang. Purple, blue, green. But they were out of tune.
You sighed. Obviously a disturbance in the Force, yet you had been ordered by Master Yoda to take a meditative retreat here, and under no circumstances return until sent for. Yet, the disturbance had not evened out to meld with the greater hum of the Force, and you had not been sent for. Both the radio silence and the disharmony persisted.
You shook your head and sent your beaded Padawan braid swinging against your head-tails. All this quiet and mediation must be getting to you. You were used to the battlefield and the close quarters of space travel, not to this infernal waiting and silence. Getting up from your cross-legged meditation position, you massaged your legs, finding them stiff after staying still for so long. You shivered and pulled your robes closer around