Drifting Motes: Part 2

I freed the slender silver hilts from their plastic grooves and stepped out onto the open wooden ledge. A diagonal beam of morning sun crossed the shelf, stirring up tiny specks of dust that drifted in slow, rhythmic circles. They hovered like the light-dust of quiet skies, suspended in patient silence. Beside me rested the worn cloth spine of a thick book; resting my fingers against its embossed weave felt like touching weathered stone. No threats stirred in the room. I settled into a steady stance, watching the golden motes rise and fall in the calm.bFor @martavis_kirkwood for being my friend! Thanks so much #Ashokahtano #Ashokotano(Peridea) #StarWars #ActionFigures @cataww234