The trunk snapped shut with a click as Keth closed the lid. It was small as far as luggage went, especially considering how long he would be away on assignment. In fact, it was quite possible the room he had come to call his own these last ten years would soon be occupied by someone else entirely, likely a fresh Padawan eager to learn the ways of the Jedi under their new master. Such was the way of things at the Temple.
Keth sighed, standing over his belongings. Nothing within his luggage could really be argued as possessions, as that went against the Jedi philosophy of remaining detached from all things save the Force. A few spare garments to be worn, some reading material on loan from the Temple library (he had asked permission, of course), and, perhaps most importantly, the newly acquired ja’vaa’na given by his friend Syal. This he wore over his right collar bone with an odd dichotomy between humility and pride. Though he w