M O N O L I T H
Voss
The planet was good today. I could feel the air on my face, and the sweet scent of the trees. The weather was quite grand. A slight breeze to keep everything cool. It was refreshing from what I had before hand. Breathing in slowly, I dressed myself. We were currently taking care of ourselves as our parents were going to Mandalore for a few days. Trying to find a new place for us to call home. Sure we would still own this establishment, however our main home would be on Mandalore.
I was looking forward to it. Training with a culture that was all about protecting themselves, as well as war. The Mando'ade, as my father told me was their real designation, were very much a large family. We would be joining a clan. One that my father had worked with previously. As I had hoped that I could see new clan mates, and possibly meet some new people. It was good to know that others were there to protect, and stand behind you.
However, as our parents had left, I remembered my father's last words before he got onto the ship. They echoed even now to me as I was tightening my belt that held the sheath for my sword.
"Protect your sister. You both mean so much to me. I know that you can do this."
My rests a lot upon my shoulders. He has high expectations for me as his son, even more so with how much I have trained to become a Jedi Sentinel. A being not focused upon lightsaber skills alone, but uses the force, and the lightsaber as one. Even more so when he knew I had taken up the sword as my weapon. Recently I have been trying to train in more advanced forms of lightsaber combat, and have made my own Light-shield. As such, I took the bracer that I had been using for the past few days and slid it on. Tied up the leather straps on the underside of my arm, and then made sure it was tight.
Waving my hand to open the door, it hissed as I walked down stairs. Greeting my sister who was not really a morning person.
"Come on sis. Need you to get up so we can go to the market."
I poured myself a glass of juice, hey, no problem with drinking plain old juice, and then grabbed a fruit from the basket on the table that mom had set before leaving. Tossing it as my sister.
"We should have left like five minutes ago. Come on."
[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"],
The planet was good today. I could feel the air on my face, and the sweet scent of the trees. The weather was quite grand. A slight breeze to keep everything cool. It was refreshing from what I had before hand. Breathing in slowly, I dressed myself. We were currently taking care of ourselves as our parents were going to Mandalore for a few days. Trying to find a new place for us to call home. Sure we would still own this establishment, however our main home would be on Mandalore.
I was looking forward to it. Training with a culture that was all about protecting themselves, as well as war. The Mando'ade, as my father told me was their real designation, were very much a large family. We would be joining a clan. One that my father had worked with previously. As I had hoped that I could see new clan mates, and possibly meet some new people. It was good to know that others were there to protect, and stand behind you.
However, as our parents had left, I remembered my father's last words before he got onto the ship. They echoed even now to me as I was tightening my belt that held the sheath for my sword.
"Protect your sister. You both mean so much to me. I know that you can do this."
My rests a lot upon my shoulders. He has high expectations for me as his son, even more so with how much I have trained to become a Jedi Sentinel. A being not focused upon lightsaber skills alone, but uses the force, and the lightsaber as one. Even more so when he knew I had taken up the sword as my weapon. Recently I have been trying to train in more advanced forms of lightsaber combat, and have made my own Light-shield. As such, I took the bracer that I had been using for the past few days and slid it on. Tied up the leather straps on the underside of my arm, and then made sure it was tight.
Waving my hand to open the door, it hissed as I walked down stairs. Greeting my sister who was not really a morning person.
"Come on sis. Need you to get up so we can go to the market."
I poured myself a glass of juice, hey, no problem with drinking plain old juice, and then grabbed a fruit from the basket on the table that mom had set before leaving. Tossing it as my sister.
"We should have left like five minutes ago. Come on."
[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"],