Vuren watched as the transporter touched down on the landing platform with an overtly pleased look on his face. He even skipped his early morning meditation to welcome the fresh batch of younglings to their new home. What better sight to see on a cool morning like that?
The children seemingly hailed from all over the known galaxy: Nautolans, Chagrians, Twi’lek, Bith, Humans, Mirialans. They slowly walked past him towards the temple; some cautious, some curious, but most of them marveling at the stately appearance of the building ahead of them. Vuren gave them the warmest smile he could manage.
Following the trek of newcomers back to the ship with his gaze, Vuren noticed a small figure in front of the ramp. The child was facing the ground, hands clamped around the seam of her simple shirt. Vuren slowly turned around and headed over to the ship.
The little girl…
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