He turned the pages of the book in his hand without really reading them. It had been a long, dull night, and as the fire sizzled and popped in the large, brick fireplace in front of his chair, his mind wandered out to the darkness beyond the confines of the house.
Terial Windu sat alone on the floor, cross-legged, her eyes closed. The room was quiet. The planet D’Arta loomed on the horizon. Light from the distant sun reflected off the planet’s surface and poured in through the windows, forming glowing bars that stretched across the floor, cutting through the darkness. Motes of dust flickered in the radiance.