Dantooine, former home of the Jedi Order, now just one of many chunks of rock flying through empty space, orbiting a sun or two along with many other rocks. There were still ruins and a couple of small villages and farms, but nothing major. It was not very widely known anymore, pity, it was such a beautiful planet. But then again, if more people would come to the planet, more cities would get built and that would mean that more and more of Dantooine's natural beauty would get lost. But lets not ponder about things like those, let's see what's going on down on Dantooine's surface.
A silhouette could be seen atop a small hill. The sun was setting, the man practicing atop the small hill would only look like a silhouette to people observing from further away. The silhouette was making slow and fluent motions with its hands and its feet were slowly and fluently being replaced to keep the silhouette's balance. Quiet and rhythmic breathing could be heard from nearby. It seemed to somehow match the motion's rhythm. It seemed to be some kind of meditation that involved movements instead of sitting. The silhouette continued these motions, lonely atop a grassy hill in the last shimmers of light projected by the sunset.
@[member="Fred"]
A silhouette could be seen atop a small hill. The sun was setting, the man practicing atop the small hill would only look like a silhouette to people observing from further away. The silhouette was making slow and fluent motions with its hands and its feet were slowly and fluently being replaced to keep the silhouette's balance. Quiet and rhythmic breathing could be heard from nearby. It seemed to somehow match the motion's rhythm. It seemed to be some kind of meditation that involved movements instead of sitting. The silhouette continued these motions, lonely atop a grassy hill in the last shimmers of light projected by the sunset.
@[member="Fred"]