The Grandmaster's POV
I look out into the vast courtyard where some younger members are training.
In the far left quadrant, Togrutan Initiate Skulo, just turned nine, is facing off against Gungan Initiate Cef-Cef, ten. Both are hoping to capture the interest of Dark Master Tezex Krothrir of the Falleen People.
In the far right quadrant, Dark Padawan Ganodi Khze is in a joint meditation with her master, Iekkegos Waatroll of the Mon Calamari.
In the near right quadrant, Terry is reading something to the younger members of our order. Among his throng of listeners is my favorite youngling, Ashla Mina Tano-Bonteri. I'm probably biased, but who'll refute me?
In the near left quadrant, I see Light Padawan Zatt Drikos talking with Luke about something, probably about how to find a kyber crystal on Illum. Who knows.
Luke's POV
I look up to the balcony above us. The Grandmaster is there, peering at us. She's just standing there in a dark blue tank, part of it braided, with a matching floor-length half-skirt with black leggings underneath. The mask she wears matches the ensemble. I can see the ring on her finger gleaming in the light.
"Luke. Hey, Luke!"
I'm snapped out of my trance to see the Nautolan looking at me with slight frustration.
"Sorry, Zatt. What were you saying."
Zatt followed my gaze.
"You know, it's impolite to stare at someone. Especially to someone of high status like the Grandmaster."
"Why does she wear a mask on the lower part of her face."
The Nautolan looked conflicted and scandalized. He started to chew his lip.
"That's not my place to say. Her story is for you to hear from her directly."
I look back to the balcony, only to see her turn walk away with an ethereal air.