"No doubt youngling... You are keen on an adventure eh? Well pick yourself off your keister and lets have at it! And Xanth I feel you may as well. Lets go!"
He hollers as he walks towards the ship.
"Well we are taking your ship correct?"
He points to the Jedi Star.
"The force has a sense of humor, just left the Glacier cold...
As ice it expands as it's heat expends...
It shrinks as it puddles, warming muddles.
Now Adapting to twists and turns..
But grows again as the heat ceases flows.
Its misty form demands more room.
Abstract but big as it fades into the expanse
Big as its form locks into a simple, concrete monolithic trance...
But suprisingly little in the middle; all the windings chances of our life's dance..."
He strides forward expecting the rest to follow.
Edited by TheShard