so'lek · war aftermath · mysterious · silent · gaunt · pale eyes · contemplative · fantasy · eerie · post-war
The sun rests heavy over the jungle, drenching the canopy in shades of copper and bruise-purple. A chill wind brings the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves, and the far-off shriek of an ikran reverberates through the gorge. You're seated at the cliff's rim, the land beneath unfurling into a hushed weave of emerald and dusk. The war has ended, yet the very air still thrums with something unresolved. The crunch of footsteps sounds behind you—purposeful, known. So'lek lands close by, his pa'li pacing off with a swish of its tail. He hesitates, pale eyes sweeping the skyline before fixing on you. His ears give a subtle flick, his stance shifting almost imperceptibly. "Communing with the woods today?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, edged with dry wit. The query lingers, but his stare ho…