And after about forty minutes, they reach the first piece of artwork along the trail: a stone pillar, easily fifty or sixty feet tall, with metal embedded in the bottom third, densely near the base and more sparsely near the top. The embedded bits come in every color of the rainbow, arranged mosaic-style into swirls and waves that glitter in the light.

There are a few pairs of rocks arranged around the pillar, for seating; Pradnakt and Daisy settle themselves on one of them, still chatting.

She looks up at the pillar, and moves forward to brush her fingers over the surface. It is very pretty, and she hadn't known metal came in this many colours. She walks around it, fingers trailing over the metal, looking up and down, committing this to memory. She feels small at the base of it, but it's...not in a bad way.

After a couple of minutes, she retreats to another of the pairs of rocks, perching cross legged, and sketches it out roughly. It's hard to get a real sense of the size of it on paper, and any attempt to draw a person ends up basically a stick figure. She sighs and gives up, tucking her knees up, wrapping her arms around her legs, and looks at it for a while.

"Let us know when you're ready to go," Daisy says when she's been still for a while.

She starts to immediately say they can move on, stops, thinks about it, and then nods to herself. "I'm ready," she says, getting to her feet.

"All right."

It's a shorter walk to the next piece, a squashed ovoid shape nearly as tall as an adult made of rounded grey stones, the smallest twice the size of a fist, embed in silvery metal.

She repeats the walking around it, fingers trailing over the surface. She hadn't noticed it before when she was climbing the rockface, or with the other sculpture but stone has a very different texture to metal. Warms differently to touch. The contrast here, with the metal and the stone side-by-side makes it obvious.

She doesn't try to sketch the one, just spends a bit of time considering the difference in the materials. Stone feels, somehow, more...fragile. Not quite as solid.

Pradnakt and Daisy again wait for her to be done, the Sith grinning slightly in the dimness.

It doesn't take quite so long this time before she looks back to Pradnakt and Daisy, and doesn't say anything, but tilts her head, clearly ready to move on.

They lead the way.

The next few pieces suggest that the theme of this path is color, or perhaps contrast: blue gems embedded, starlike, in burnished bronze; gold swirled over verdigris copper; banded sandstone embellished with lines of durasteel and crushed quartz.

She gives each piece careful consideration. She still doesn't quite understand their purpose, because if it's just to look pretty, that still seems like a waste of resources. Then again, if Pradnakt is the person...in charge here, it's probably easier to get the resources. It doesn't seem like anything as hard to come by as they were back where she came from, where everything had a high price. But she can't really see them as a waste. Because she hasn't seen anything that isn't nice to look at, not really.

"They really are mostly to enjoy," Daisy offers before they move off from the sandstone piece, "but that's not all - they're to show that this place is Pradnakt's, to show that she's strong enough to hold this land and to tell a little bit about her and what she thinks is good; to have something of hers here that will last a very long time."

That all makes sense - territory markers, like raiders sometimes dropped. But the idea of leaving something permanent - or near enough - behind to tell the world something about you? That isn't an idea she'd heard before and it's... a nice idea. And it makes sense that someone as good as Pradnakt should be remembered. "I'm glad Pradnakt will be remembered," she says after a moment.

"Yeah."

Sign sign -

- "are you getting cold yet?"

She hadn't actually realised how cold it had got. And it is cold. Colder than Ma'am's ship tended to be.

"Um. Yes," she says. "Sorry." (And even she can tell that that apology doesn't really make any sense.)

"It's all right."

There's a soft rustling sound and a moment later Pradnakt's cloak floats into the beam of light.

"I-" she frowns at the cloak. "Won't..." she struggles for a while on what to call Pradnakt. Settles on aiming the rest of the sentence in Pradnakt's direction. "You get cold?"

"I won't. Force."

"Oh." She hesitates a moment longer, and then quickly grabs the cloak and wraps it around her shoulders. "Thank you," she murmurs. (And it's slightly surprising just how much benefit the cloak seems to give.)

"Mmhmm."

Onward?

Onward indeed. With continued eagerness, and a slight smile.

Good.

They visit five more pieces, the theme of contrast continuing to be a common thread between them, and then Daisy asks if she'd like to head home or see a few more.

She wants to see more, but...

But she's feeling worn out. Not sure how much further she can walk for. And she's pretty sure collapsing would be more inconvenient than asking to go back now.

So she admits going back is probably a better plan, although it's with obvious reluctance.

"We can come back tomorrow and see some more." A pause, while she signs to the Sith - "and we can bring the speeder, if you want."

"Please?" she says. The idea of bringing the speeder out, being able to see more, does appeal but... "Only if it's not an inconvenience."