charmwasjess reblogged
“Hello,” says Sifo-Dyas, smiling at me. He’s sitting cross-legged in front of me, blocking off a small section of the hallway. His teeth are very white against his radiation-tanned skin. A small dusting of freckles have been brought out by being the starshine of waiting for departure and landing clearance. He has a piece of gauzy kind of white cloth wrapped loosely around his neck like a scarf even though it doesn’t go with his coat. “’lo,” I manage to say. “Not good, huh?” He tilts his head back toward the hall. I shake my head.
In which there is: an increase in the autism event scale, story time with Count Dooku in a dead language, a fireplace in the senate office, Sifo-Dyas coming to the rescue, a recitation of the precepts of the Jedi mantra, the difference between the Gardens of Equality and Justice, and your friend Sheev.