A Beacon in Glass: Part 12

I ascended from the garden gravel to the porch, seeking higher ground as the night deepened. On a low wicker side table sat an empty clear glass tumbler, upturned beside a small metal tealight cup left cold and dark. I unclasped one silver hilt from my belt, keeping the blade dormant, and set the polished metal upright within the shelter of the glass rim. Through the thick base of the tumbler, the pale reflection of the distant porch bulb aligned with the steel cylinder, casting a quiet, focused beacon across the table weave. Sitting cross-legged against the cool wicker, I watched the silver contour hold steady in the stillness. #Ashokahtano #Ashokatano(peridea) #StarWars #TheMandalorian @cataww234