Ryn'Dhal
Silver Shroud
Voss
It was here, finally. A day the young Knight genuinely had no idea was ever coming. The notification came out of the blue, Grand Master [member=Thurion Heavenshield] and Master [member=Coci Heavenshield] informing him that they felt he was ready for his next step within the Order of the Silver Jedi. Invitations had been sent out, mostly for those he knew were not within the Order and were unlikely to know otherwise.
To his brother, [member=James Justice], the invitation arrived in the hands of a beautiful brunette delivery woman, carrying the invitation and a bottle of the finest Corellian Ale.
To his dear friend [member=Ultimatum], a keepsake in the form of the original mask he used to always hide behind, a metaphoric shedding of his former self, timid and full of fear, accompanied his own invitation.
To his precious sister, the Madam President of Commenor, the lovely [member=Lady Kay], a potted Sapir plant, given her fondness for tea brewed from it's leaves, accompanied her particular invitation. Another invitation was included in the delivery, though it was not addressed to his sister, but for her dear friend and confidant, [member=Veiere Arenais].
Then there were the Raxis'. [member=Stardust Raxis] and [member=Gray Raxis]. He'd worked with them through James for a long time, though it'd been longer still since they last met, Ryn'Dhal still felt they deserved an invitation for their parts played in his development from a young Padawan to where he was today.
Staring at himself in the mirror of his dormitory domicile, the feline-humanoid attempted to finish grooming his appearance. He rarely did such a thing, given his tendency for seeking refuge beneath the helmet he always donned. Smoothing his whiskers aside, stark contrasts of white against his obsidian colored fur, the Knight frowned. He needed to be confident. He needed to be sure of himself. He earned this, working hard, and dedicating his time and effort to serving the Order. It was not his intent, his goal, to seek recognition, but it was his gift to accept.
Who else would attend? Would, perhaps, his fellow Knights, [member=Zak Dymo], and [member=Valae Kitra], be in attendance? Maybe his former Master, [member=Cathbodua]? Ryn'Dhal couldn't begin to imagine how big, or small, the turnout would be...
Trying to psyche himself up, he tried to think what James would say.... "Alright fuzzy, time to get out there and make some memories!" He'd say, patting himself on his cheeks, before pulling the gloves on to round out his attire. A far cry from his mute, static black-on-black armored robes, instead layers of materials, blacks and blues, cloth, leathers, and some decorative metal plating. The robes held significantly more cosmetic value than practical defensive value.... but, these robes were for a special purpose, for a special day....
It would be the first day in years..... that the furry Jedi would have ever gone without a mask....
[member="Silver"] Jedi, and any friends who want to join in for a polite, relaxed social thread. Just toss a PM if you're not a Silver!
::The Robes::
