Between welcomes and a gale storm....

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@Seraphina

And so it was that after what seem been or felt like forever that for the nth time a message came thru the ship he was assigned to at the time. One which unlike the ones earlier gave little in terms of details other than just coordinates, instruction in regards to a pick up of two along with a name.....that of Seraphina. To which no less spur on to elicit his curiosity that despite his long-standing avoidance in pick up and if, not most the Council com.

which for the most part regularly hinted or injected to the idea regarding when or why he did not commit to. Either pick up a student nor sign up to teach a class which had been all but too common or very least given. To those of his stature as a Knight of the Order along with the added fact, he was of an all but extinct race as much of order from long ago. One which despite all the years that had passed along with much that had to happen thus far. Had elicited quite a bit of an interest not only among those of the academic field as it had of the more younger recruits. Who thought did know little to seem nothing at all about the Kashi nor of their mysterious Order of what had simply been know as Guardian of the breath. For whom one other know or rumor been a practitioner of was the distant prince from the Alderaanina Royal house. Which on its own elicited to add quite a bit more interest as it already had on what was already there.

THought in the end despite some still overhanging reluctance he no less gave in as his hand hover over the controls. Punching in the coordinates and set a course to the very least get this Seraphina to her intended destination.

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

She stood tall, with a cocky look on her face. Jaräel bowed only a few inches for her new master. She was still resentful on being there, she didn’t like the smell of Wookies, she hated that jungle heat, and she had a new master. Hers, was the jedimaster of the Jedi Council, Tholme was a warrior, a fighter who defeated twenty troopers in a row before being defeated by those cowards of the knights of Ren. She fled for her life, with tears in her eyes, but she brought her masters saber and a proper DC-17 hand blaster. And now she was standing in front of a knight, a Jedi with a different way of teaching.

Up in her feet, Jaräel pronounced her name in a cold way. “Jaräel il’Belaerys. I came from the Jedi Order in Mustafar, before it fell.” And stood down, with her ice-blue eyes focused in her new master. The Jedi have send her to be a student of master Ronin, a tall man, with a elegant look in his face, unfortunately for Jaräel he had kind eyes, not the harsh eyes that Tholme always looked at his students.

She just wanted this to end quickly, she just wanted to become a Knight as fast as she could, for she wanted revenge, she wanted to crush the throats of those in the First Oder. She always tried to purge those thoughts out of her mind. For her becoming a jedi, she would need to find peace and balance with the Force, or she would be corrupted by the dark side. “Sorry for being late" She took a long sigh, pulling the heavy air around her, breathing the air back. Raising her voice a little. “When should we start... Master?” She asked in a calm tone with her husky voice.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"]

It was then that it took a while before it dawns on him that being possible reasoning behind such a cryptic message as that of which he was given. Especially given the fact it all but lead him to one the more commonly least used hangars within the order compound on Kashyyyk. Then in all that the Jedi Master, he was suppose escort was him and before him stood a tall female who had a slight a cocky look on her face. Who seem no less as restless as she was looking somewhat resentful of maybe having to be stuck here as well in the midst of. The humidity and some unknown stranger that in his train of thought may not be exactly as one expected. A complete stranger for whom one side had been slightly more privy about the meet than the other. That it seems before he could say anything that just likes clockwork she spoke.

“Jaräel il’Belaerys. I came from the Jedi Order in Mustafar, before it fell.”

To which take note on the way she stood as well how strait upfront she pronounced her name in such cold collective manner as she had. Had all but left him in bit loss as thought cross his mind that as much he'd been avoiding taking on a student despite the Council current prodding. As war and strife rage rampantly all over the galaxy wherein to certain point view the light had seemed slow but steadily losing or having the fight to get them back ever more fiercely. Which had not been a loss on him having his share of work at the frontline in one other capacity or another outside that normal combat roles? That he saw with his own eyes the price the war took as such that thought fire rage somewhat burns in his heart. His eyes no less spoke otherwise. For having to know the pain of the loss in his own life from seeming his youth up till now that it sort was hard on him to let same show in his eyes. For much could be said of him since his return he was if anything a private man who seems to been always guarded. When it came to the matter of his own heart that hid it well enough behind what seems to be quite a soft gaze. Which as his gaze turn to face her and seem come to passingly note those same blue eye of her gaze straight at him....as cold and focused they were.

" I see, well greetings and welcome to Kashyyk Jaräel il’Belaerys of the Mustafar Order..."

That he no less stood his ground standing tall and in somewhat elegant stance with that same kind gentle gaze as such he'd learn to pick up. during one of his frequent trips to the Temple within the Alderaanian where he privately trains and hones his skill in the ways of his father people. Whom for the longest time most if not all had all but believed or perhaps know been but seem extinct as he had that is still up recently. When he began on his current path or journey as it were.....to which he seems to start and had all but seem swore off taking on another apprentice if only. Not out of anything but perhaps fear or doubt of letting anyone in for even a second. To which it seems reflected on however much calm and collected his voice seem been. He still seems all but lost for words as to how to continue on carrying the conversation that he sort left it like that up in the air as it were.

As the betrayal and loss of the past seem still fresh in his mind as much the unspoken truth or fear. That he yet not achieved complete control nor understanding of the skill or such that truly was unique to whom or what he was. That, however, remote the possibility was that he could slip and he dare not and would not relent to even consider their suggestion that somehow they seem took it upon themselves to nudged him towards that direction anyway. Which seem as the two seem both reluctant as much they were standoffish of the other trap perhaps inside the confines of their own perception against the reality facing them. That seems yet again she no less initiated the conversation.

"Sorry for being late"


To which he could only slightly shake his head to the side to give off a brief reply.

"Don't worry about it as it seems you might be rather early..."

At which time as the situation slowly settled in his mind enough to accept that she continued on to say.


“When should we start... Master?”

And he, in turn, looks back at her before reach over with the force as he pulls a flight helmet off one the shelved before proceeding to send it her way.

" Don't know what they told you about me or what they expect me to do about it but I guess now is a good a time as any, So Jaräel we sort going on a little trip...cuz' you don't have even say it. This is not really quite the type of enviroment want be....and can't blame you on that."

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

Quietly she joined both hands behind her body. In her back, the hands tangled with each other, the lightsabers dangled in her waist, and her long jedi cloak, dark, almost brown was very lean and clean. and she had a deep and harsh expression on her face, one that meant that she did not took half measures or half words, it meant that she spoke straight and honestly. And when the words about her training starting now were said, her thick eye brown raised slowly. Her voice, however was calm and a bit husky.
"They told me you were peculiar in your techniques. And that i should look for you proper training." Her hand went straight to her lightsaber removing the weapon from her waist. She didn't draw the weapon, only waited what he want to next with her. In Jaräel's mind, the thought of having a different master from a different branch, was something still strange for her feelings. She was too sure about herself to think that she could get used to a new master, but her eyes were set in Ronin, the force almost screamed at her about the experience that such a man had. One that she want it to learn, for she want it to be a jedi Knight, and even greater than that, someday she want it to be a Jedi Master. And serve her order.


[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"]

It then seemed with little regards to protocol nor time honor tradition of going about things as one would assume or expect first meetings would go. As far as he presumed this meet was all about which was in their own way. Someone idea of either makes sure to keep him in line and commit to assuming a more traditional role as one was expected keep. Which was to assume a more involved role of both or either leading or guiding the next generation of Jedi. Which had been at best so much imperative as it was very much needed given the state of the galaxy at large. Where in with the ever growing threat and the ebb tide of which the conflict. Light and light had been engaging in.....

At any rate, given no choice with her standing there quietly with both hand intertwined with hands clasped behind her. That seems that like it or not he had none less had to deal with her as best he could. In which case underneath the apparent look of emotionless indifference, he shot her way in the back his mind he really was at a loss. For although part, he didn't care much about the situation and would in a heartbeat perhaps just tell her off. With either something along the line that perhaps this was all just a mistake or perhaps by simply sending her off some mindless assignment thru the archives something. But then again look at her and her demeanor at that time....with a saber at ready by her hip, cloak so pressed immaculately clean. The deep hash expression on her face with one her thick brow raised in a way he'd more or less was all too familiar. Having been seen it once too often both in himself or with the handful Master he'd encounter of late.

But then again it was then faint subtle as it was at first and easy dismissible as two stood there silently seem size up the other. With silence only by then broken by her voice, calm as it hints in a bit husky tone.


"They told me you were peculiar in your techniques. And that I should look for you proper training."

That he then paused seem giving a slight grin as lone thought play in his mind before turn faces her replied.

" Oh did they now....my techniques?...well I guess peculiar is one-way put it lightly. Although I hate to disappoint you...."

He pauses as if his tone shifted between a such it could be easily misconstrued as either disdain or genuine sincerity was not that easy to be mistaken as he then continued on speaking. Note how by then her saber and hand slid so effortlessly to a stance of ready. Though not hinting on initiate anything other than perhaps either impatience or eagerness in eliciting. Either an acknowledgment or prudence to just get straight to the meat of the matter on hand foregoing much the formalities. A lesson he could only surmise as a byproduct of an earlier history on her part he'd not been privy to yet. That in itself he could help be drawn.... sway himself from engaging her further rather than dismiss her in a subtle way that she'd quite him on her own rather have him do it. As he'd did the other before her but instead he then continued on speaking.


"....if its a proper training is what you're looking for which I hope they forewarn you as well beforehand. As I personally, be frankly speak for myself that I don't even have nor even care to bother with it. Knowing how to spar of being well versed with such matter is all well good for some...padded rooms or holo doesn't mean squat when you get out there..."

His hand raised with his back turn to her in a way seem foolish as he pointed off out into space before them. Seem all too easy a provocation if what he assumed about her was....while mind drifted briefly to those dark days. When much like seem no less a test as it were a lesson....much akin to Sabbacc that he has shown make his move to call her bluff. As so few knew outside those that knew him well enough. The kind of history he had....where from the stellar student he had started in the beginning. So dedicated and all too willing take the tradition of Jedi to heart. And of the trial along with the betrayals....with not only the loss of more than one Master....along with one than more fellow Jedi he'd train with...the near death of another he'd form a close bond with once or twice. That it somehow made him somewhat disillusioned with 'Tradition' roles and such that...Master and apprentice had. Cause him to be somewhat gruff at best distrusting of it all together.... make him appear to be quite an unpleasant Master. Till perhaps one could break past and somehow come to know him better....which few it seems ever came close.... so far?

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

Listening to his words was something weird for Jaräel. For although she had the desire to learn the deeper ways of the Force, and become a better fighter in the arts of the sword, her mind was standing in a cross road, in one road she want it to start arguing about what he said.

She could not understand the meaning of his words, but would not inquire the new master just yet, and so, taking a deep breath and searching through her feelings. Jaräel moved her feet ahead of her body, the hands behind her back were closed down like a fist, a big, angry fist, and herself had a harsh, if not cold, expression in her face.

“Still, sir… i will prove myself to be a good and dedicated student.”
There were a few things that she did not said, but he would eventually find out. Like how she was filled, if not boiling in anger. That she was close to pulling her lightsaber and cutting down half the trees in a forest to discharge her angry feelings, and that she hated to play sabbacc or any game.
“But could elaborate more about your… tutoring style? The other Jedi were a bit discreet on this matter.”


[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"]

It was then at that time that from his vantage point that he quiets his mind as best he could. Reaching out and giving her a once look over to both assess as well gage what he could of her. As if nothing else as many or few there were that came wanting to or no less determined in their own way join their ranks. That the reasoning behind it was no less varied as it was different for each and every candidate.....as some seem were in it for honor....some for a personal reason while there were others that were in it solely because they desire to learn the deeper ways of the Force, become a better fighter in the arts of either or both the sword, force or its teaching.

As either Master or knight of the Order serving in the varied post, field or levels of a specific branch that stem out from its main teaching. Something which he had not particularly had been privy nor gave mind to. Up until one his recent involvement during his early return....which at that time was seem nothing more but a memory thought it was a fond memory at that. As it was with a couple others that followed were each both left a mark as much as it were a happy or sad chapter in him. That he'd apparent gain bit of a notoriety or such with the other in the order which made him somewhat weary when it came to choose to mentor or take on anything close to it. As for the most part he somehow ended up with the more troubled at the very least difficult student whom either bail or simply disappear on him to which only added to his weariness in continue do so.

That in the end, he could help be somewhat cryptic and at the very least vague to point being a painfully difficult one deal with in the beginning. That is, for the most part, made them think twice or very least make the choice themselves to either behave or go with another Master. Leave him free not to have wasted too much of either their time on something which he felt was for not in first place. But then again as he observed how she thought seem puzzled as much she felt somewhat miffed. As he observed that however much she seem to shy away from show it that with a slight movement of her feet and stance. With although her hands no less kept behind her and out sight he noted from the way her shoulder tense had been balled up so hard or tightly hinting at the inward feeling of anger. One which was no less slowly bleed into the expression on her face as she soon spoke.

“Still, sir… I will prove myself to be a good and dedicated student.”

To which he then simply reply with a nod that seems didn't go over towards her any better than what he said earlier that she no doubt seem compelled to add. As an underlying hint of something else....something far deeper below the seems calm demeanor she outwardly projected. That he no less came well understood and listen on.

“But could elaborate more about your… tutoring style? The other Jedi were a bit discreet on this matter.”

Keep an emotionless gaze as he had and speak not until she finished speaking.

"Well, I guess it is very least be fair provide you with a direct answer seeing you've least put a bit more effort to ask or even come this far as you have. At any rate, my tutoring style is that I don't really have one seeing that I really didn't have any formal tutoring myself at the very least what bit I did had been at best controversial as much it was unconventional. Which in a way I guess is why the other jedi tend to be a bit discreet on the matter seeing as let face it. One can't really truly comprehend at the very least understand matters beyond once understanding...

Having someone come from a fairly remote as much it had been all but believe been extinct lineage hard enough. Let alone have him be fostered as much as one can be tutor on the finer points of the force. By one once highly regard as much as tragic in her loss that one can't be faulted be I guess... not wanting elaborate at best be discreet about it. Seeing as much they had doubt so too the fact of the opportunity being there present them. That one would try very least find means to continue learn of forgotten past as one can.....


At any rate, I guess rather that you hear it from me than any place or one else. So you least can make your choice now rather than later.....for what I can or able to impart is something far more than. Tutoring or something you can read .... learns in the same manner as everyone else before you...and would maybe not be something you'd hope or envision to help you gain that Mastery level or level of attainment one would associate tutoring or training with a Master.

For it comes from a time far before Jedi or Sith...to a much simpler time where one is neither beholden serve nor be overlord of the force. But rather something else. Something which even I don't fully comprehend as of yet. As so few of us are left and fewer still left to continue on the legacy....but then again if it's just the way of the force you seek then that I could maybe offer tutor you on, Thought it maybe not any different or more than what you seem already possess. And not be quite what can quell the underlying discord you seem well deep something i too know all too well. Unless your willing put in the time understand and not just learn it. The choice is yours and yours alone to make......"

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

Her mind seemed to drift away as his words were spoken. To her, it was like she could almost see every word float in the air. The knowledge they were talking about, was not something that she knew, for Jaräel was horrible in Jedi history, and the former orders that existed before them. She only murmured in a slow and calm tone of voice to Ronin.

“I don’t talk much. Not just because i’m lazy, but i’m also a bit ashamed.” She had to tell him the truth, or at least half of that. Jarael could not feel that confortable talking so much about herself, she was nothing, a small link in a big, if not, huge chain.in the universe. One that was much larger than she could ever expect to become. The offshoot cleaned her throat, thinking it through what were the right words to say in that moment. Was she ready for another master?

A whole different master, that would she was used to, and for what she could understand from all the talking she was in right now. Ronan was a master of not only the old ways, but really old ways of the Force. Knowledge seemly lost in time and space, things that have changed of the centuries, becoming easier to learn, but losing the raw power that the old days used to pass on. Even so, the girl took a sight, and said out loud, grabbing the lightsaber off her waist.

“I may not know much about your style, and even maybe about the Jedi itself. But i want to learn, i want to become stronger, and i want to be you’re padawan. If you want me to prove myself fighting, i will do it so.”, after a time, she joined her eyebrows together in a frowl. “Otherwise, i don’t know what to say, and how to prove myself. I am a bit lost, yes, and i do need guidance.”

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"]

It was then as he had been conversing with her which on all account had for him personally. Was a rarety as it was an oddity for anyone who knew him well as if nothing else, not one know be social in any manner. Though it didn't mean he was anti-social in any way just somewhat cautious or guarded in a way. But somehow with or thru prompting of underlying voice or thought from the force he'd engaged her in conversation. Thought it was not lost on him in midst of conversing with her to listen with open mind and ear to her words.

I don’t talk much. Not just because I’m lazy, but I’m also a bit ashamed.”

That as she spoke and utter thought in all but a murmur slow as it was low to him sometime later. And as she stood there seem to take in the talk he had extended to her. That he could no less sense even without words the subtle inclination of her discomfort....in what exactly he dare say not clearly know. As prying into her thought or what was not a skill he possessed nor if he did not one he fancies himself delve into. As he held to the belief of respecting her privacy and person as she was. No matter her status nor standing....in the order....society or very universe at large. He no less held to his beliefs of this that he dare not speak of it for now. As he continued the conversation and leaving things open for discussion to which she then. Seem having made up her mind began to speak yet again.

“I may not know much about your style, and even maybe about the Jedi itself. But I want to learn, I want to become stronger, and I want to be you’re a padawan. If you want me to prove myself fighting, I will do it so.”,

After a time, of short pause she joined her eyebrows together in a frowl

“Otherwise, I don’t know what to say, and how to prove myself. I am a bit lost, yes, and I do need guidance.”

To which he then after having kept silent and listening to her that he spoke in retort back.

"Indeed....but sufice it to know there is no need for any show or action for now. As your honesty and heart in regards to this matter.....admitting to the need of guidance....of loss....to that I sympathize with you as know all too well being in your shoes. As the need or desire to learn no less tempered by an equal desire for strength intrigues me as well. So I guess if you wish it so then...who am I not to listen to the breath....or force council.

So i guess now if you wish to we can start next to begin?"

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

She could feel a bit numb inside. As if her body was not strong to withstand her own heartbeats, for her mind screamed to her heart that she had to gain power. She had to become strong, stronger than ever, more powerful than any other Jedi in her order, That is what she want it the most, to fight the Sith and fanatics of the First Order, to avenge her fallen master and friends, for someday to prove herself and deserve a place in the Silver Jedi Council. So she can help to bring order and justice to a galaxy crawling with chaos.

"We can?”, her hands went from the back of her body to the front, uniting under the big floppy sleeves of her common dark robe. “Than... I would like to thank you for this… for training me.”, the Arkanian’s voice sounded like a rookie. And perhaps she was one, didn’t matter she fought a battle with her master, she was a padawan. And with her eyes a bit softer than before, her voice tried to be more friendly. “What are we going to do… master?”

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"]

It was then as he stood there to speak with her that thru the nudging.... he no less contemplated that which stood before him. Another whom by all means held both promises as well uncertainty of which even he dare not think ponder. Was he indeed up to take on such a task? Or was she? For with what little he knew of her lay in contrast to what he could no less sense from her. AS he began to converse with her ... that for a moment he could not help see mirrored in her some bit of his own reflection reflected back at him.

That in sync with strong beats of her heart as well breath cycling thru her... as seem in the back her mind a lone thought coupled by thousand other seem to scream at her mind thought what it was or of whom. He dare not could tell as in the initial tentative moment of their first meet as apprentice and master.... sojourn traveler and guide? As her then seem eager mind came forth reply...

"We can?”

As hand slowly shifted from wayside all the way to the front underneath the layers of her then floppy sleeves that slightly blew. With the passing breeze show the faint darker hue of her robes that were far much darker than one would perhaps expect a Jedi or lightsider would have. That he nods in seem a direct and simplest way of response to her. And her he gave no outward mind of it as much he did internally. As with keen silent gaze, he no less came to watch her stance or slightly moves... take from them any if much subtle hint that he could about her. As he forgone the all too common conversation of the first meet think to believe in the subtle tell a tale unconscious movement of one. As is the truer way simply starts things of.... for words could be sugar coated and layer upon in most time or case for now.

“Than... I would like to thank you for this… for training me.”

She then came to say to which he simply replied.

" Then I guess shall we go now and see.....if as much can be said of it is that you seem had traveled much in one lifetime to see if path stay true in you then as it does now...."

He then turns around a bit began to lead her slowly off to one side just past the main temple ground and onto side footpath no less seem less travel. That is her own way and perhaps eagerness that she came to speak.

“What are we going to do… master?”

To which with barely glancing back he replied.

" Well for one it would be not so much where as when...for even in silence standing back there I could not help observe. A seeming certain something that I feel would be an interesting start point begins with....preferably in a setting more different than here."

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

The Arkanian got a little disappointed with what her new master said. She actually expected to start a fighting lesson with Ronin, but, surprises were quite something that she would have to get use to. Slowly her hand left the lightsaber hilt, going back to her big long sleeve so she would rest inside the comfortable robe that the Jedi used, and so, she sobbed for a bit, in a calm manner. Choosing a smooth tone to speak her mind.
“Yes, master. Where are we going? If i may be so bold as to ask.”
She was quite curious to start her training, more than she could tell someone about it. And even more anxious to start using her lightsaber against something evil. Enough to start walking alongside her master, her strange and different master. A man that made her think about one thousand different things, only to take the other direction and choose the impossible option.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jaräel il'Belaerys"]

At which time no sooner had he'd spoken and barely given her time respond that he moves ahead. Just as she then seem no less miffed as she had to seem been perplexed by his words and action. As he had no less presume or the very least no less doubt her eagerness to draw out her saber to engage him. In one or any of the all too common sparring or combat training most employed in dealing with the training of an apprentice or such. But then again it seems with what he'd sensed and read of her during their brief meeting spoke otherwise. To which time silent to herself she'd then could no less indicate perhaps this underlying disappointment in her own way. Before being able to pull herself back to calm as she chose, in a smooth tone to speak her mind.

“Yes, master. Where are we going? If I may be so bold as to ask.”

As he then judging by the turn of events as it was replied back.

"I guess given you ask it so....we are going far deeper into the heart of the underbrush for a bit of a stroll."

In which time in the back his mind thought he knew his words spoken was at best draw the ire of the already bemused apprentice. As much it would perhaps perplex her so in that it could be easily brushed aside. As either a vain attempt to bore her off into leaving or test her resolve of which the latter was by far the intended answer. For as far he could presume to see, her drive ....dedication as well her single-minded attention of learning the art of combat was commendable. As such there could be been nothing at best little else he would need to either train or hone her skill. In order for her to achieve as much or all that she'd hope for or wish during her time with former Master. As he sensed had held quite some deep history or bond with her still....something he could no less understand. Having felt as such and strongly for his first Master despite everything he had been able to learn or uncover thus far. One thing seems too well echo in his thought.

'Where in Light can only be as successful as much as effective in truly face against the darkside. When both saber and mind must be united. Technique by itself is insufficient, and spirit alone is not enough. That however sharp one saber or skill was mattered little...compared to achieving balance in both body, mind as well will.'

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

The Force had quite the unique feeling in her mind. It felt like everything in the whole galaxy send a little electricity all around her nerves and mind, in the right places, it seemed like life was kind, like you could spend all day sitting under a true, trying to find perfect balance and feeling all life force flowing through your mind. And when in the wrong places, the dark ones, it was like despair and hate infested your mind, making you feel afraid and terrified. She knew of this, she remembered the Knights of Ren pretty well.

“Hm…”, she closed her blue eye. She did not had any need for another one, and with eyes closed, she concentrated herself and her mind to what was all around her, to feel the world itself, to feel the Force itself. Not to master it, or bend it to its will, but to listen and feel its wonderful warm feeling take all over her body. And so… She listened his every word.

'Where in Light can only be as successful as much as effective in truly face against the darkside. When both saber and mind must be united. Technique by itself is insufficient, and spirit alone is not enough. That however sharp one saber or skill was mattered little...compared to achieving balance in both body, mind as well will…”

Slowly the Arkanian could feel his words forming in her mind, and slowly she thought of a way to reply them. Concentrated on how to use the power of the Force, she thought of an answer to be addressed to him. Loud, probably her voice sounded in her response, loud and clumsy, but the girl was still young and had time to learn.

“I obey, master. Balance must be achieved. Without balance… there is no Force.”, opening her eye, Jaräel looked at his master with a calm atitude. Her head was filled with a numb feeling, one that she always felt, even when concentrating on just feeling the flow of life in the universe, but with her own voice, Belaerys answered, raising her in a calm tone, like she was dreaming. "Please, teach me to achieve true balance."


[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jarael Belaerys"]

It was then as the two treck across towards their destination that he did his best to ponder how best to get across to her. Being that at best as much she was all but new to all this so was he. For as much could be said of it Ronin really seem either unable or not attune that well with the more conservative or core ideals that most have regarding Jedi. That as much could be said of it his ways were view by most as too unconventional or simply bordering on subversive. Which in a way he couldn't help but somewhat agree given the paths his life had gone or taken him. He couldn't help but seem to do so that at some level he couldn't help see fault nor identify with Jaräel in a way. Knowing all too well the pain as much the turmoil of which seem consumed her now.

And it was at that stage that he figured to take a step back....start things off by addressing the wild nerf in the room rather than just going straight into training. In which time sense her grasp of the force be decent enough that he somewhat devised a brief exercise. Where in instead of speaking it he'd address to let his thought while it lingers in his mind. And slowly absorbed flow with the ebbing tied of the force towards her general direction. Acting not so much with straightforward thought but with a purpose....letting fate or the force be to her rather than forced into her. A different way or path than she'd been using to....in hopes if anything challenges the ways she might not have been at the same time learn to understand more of herself that she presumes to believe perhaps.

“I obey, master. Balance must be achieved. Without balance… there is no Force.”,

That it was at that time that she respond no less address to him came forth in a loud booming voice. One which seemingly had not yet as refining or polished as one would presume one with such a reserve outward stoic outward demeanor she'd had in the beginning have. But then again she was young and still filled with the vigor as much the guile of youth that. He could not so much fault her as Ronin then turn his head slightly glance at her as he continues on the path till they reach their destination. And old abandon outcrop of a seemingly ancient structure he'd come across during one his walks. And as they approach their destination...that he sense a slight shift in her as the unfocused eagerness of youth slowly had slightly shifted to a faint sense of call as she then came to add.

"Please, teach me to achieve true balance."

And he in turn no sooner had they reach their destination outcrop boarder turn face her say.

"Teach? That I may not nor even begin even promise you that can but guide you?...that I would know thought these words or what it means might be lost on you know. But in time when you begin to see your own purpose of being...the drive that leads you to become what you were meant to and not what you or anyone wants you to be. Then you will truly believe to see and not just understand.."

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

As they reached the ruins of what it seemed some lost civilization, her eye began to admire the place as it was. Walls covered in grass and moss, sound of bugs and birds, the smell of the woods, a place of so peaceful balance that the Arkanian could, almost, hear her own heartbeats.

But as she heard the words spoken by master Ronin, the girl felt confusion taking over her. For she had to see her own purpose in life, to become what she was meant, but what were those things? Her old master said the Force was the river of life that flow through everything and that the Jedi were able to use that power in order to do good and keep balance in the galaxy. Their goal was not war, but to stop war. They were keepers of the peace, never soldiers.

Who was she? What was she? Was she, indeed, a Jedi? Or she was a lost girl? A slave? A pilot? A fighter? She didn’t know, but she desired power, she desired to be strong, and more. Was that wrong of her? Jarael dared not to answer. She simply raised her head, keeping her eye in the woods, with that strong look in her face and said in a calm, yet firm, tone of voice.
“I don’t know what is my purpose in life. I know that i am a Jedi, and i shall live by that.”, not only she said that, the woman thought to herself that she should walk tall. For she was free, with the sole desire to serve the Force. To help those in need, to find peace, to serve her Order, to become proud of herself. Jarael want it to learn, to fight and gain power, and yet patience inside of her was something that she had problems with, she was a hot tempered woman, hard to provoke but easy to strike first.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jarael Belaerys"]

It was then no sooner had they arrived at their intended destination that he stood back to observe Jarael. Silently observing as much as taking the time get a feel of the individual rather than just the person that stood before him. Watching her as he did and observe not only how she seems to interact or acted within the unguarded or teether environment he'd chosen. Far as it was remotely unlike the confines of the Temple nor or the all too common training setting. She or most apprentice would ...something which good or bad time would only tell. At any rate from the first salvo of reaction as well what he senses in her was that she seems to appear to be both. At much as in awe as she was curious of the place that she seems to appear to be drawn to a sense of lull of peace. That much like a child, she began to let her eyes wander as almost seem to feel time stop or slow down for her that. it could very well give her the opportunity really internalize the question as much the words he'd spoken to her. To which she then simply raised her head yet keeping her gaze over at the woods. A strong look in her face yet speaking in a calm firm tone she then came speak.

“I don’t know what is my purpose in life. I know that I am a Jedi, and I shall live by that.”

Which in turn he turned to face her then reply.

"Well, who does? Given how troubled or the very least divided certain most act. Goals as much as purpose can be some time seem the same or completely opposite. But just the same truth are we to our very core....learn this and live it....for it would not steer one wrong. Be grounded to know for oneself and not just blindly follow just for the reason of following or such."

 

[Jarael Belaerys]

“I don’t follow because it is what it is. I follow my life as a Jedi because it saved me from slavery.”, the woman said, in a calm tone of voice, remembering the years she spend as a slave, being evaluated by her looks, starving like a stray, being cold, being hurt, being alone, feeling afraid, feeling pain and knowing fear.

Until she was saved from that life, they showed her a greater galaxy, showed her more aliens that she ever knew, showed her life and showed her the Force. It was like a electricity rushing through your veins and she knew what happiness truly was.

“I am Jarael Belaerys. Former slave, daughter of a murdered family, sister of a dead sister, i have suffered and now i am a Jedi. My heart desires vengeance, but my mind knows better, yet, here i am. Seeking for balance and knowneledge.”, she said, in a loud tone of voice, she was not much of a reflective person, but a hot tempered that knew what she knew about things. A person hard to change its mind about anything.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

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[member="Jarael Belaerys"]

It would seem his word would be spoken would seem odd, to say the least, seem somewhat uncouth for one like himself to say. But then again hidden under each word was a subtle provocation if anything else that probe deep within as not so much without. A revelation that he would hope to bring out if nothing less than a sliver of herself to the open. Which it seems had done so as she then came forth to speak.

“I don’t follow because it is what it is. I follow my life as a Jedi because it saved me from slavery.”

To which he then listening to how her tone as she spoke did very little or not at all falter nor lose the calmness. Which in a way hinted to him that she no less spoke the truth. At the same time seem to reveal a faint glint of deeply hidden sadness in her straining to keep back. A past of which thought he knew not in detail no less understood well from a certain point. That he spoke forth with all sincerity to her.


" As it had or has for myself along so few I knew...followed not just sole because there was a path but because with it came purpose. Thought of what price? When so few seem able to resist the temptation.... losing themself along the way to such an extent. When they look in the mirror of life all they see is a stranger staring back at them. A shadow no less a shell of who they once were.... till perhaps they sum up their life spoken. As I once myself have to confess...For I no doubt rumor no less persisted of my death which might as well been the truth. Wandering alone as I was it took me while coming grips. Least i forget...Ronin Wendigo was my name....a lost orphan...son of a murdered family...one few left of all but lost race. apprentice to fallen Master...And it all seems fell apart as hard I held on stave away from face the suffering that tormented me. Between the desire of one's heart that felt been just and true against balance. Was at the very least a hash road that till this day I traverse and come to learn as most have.... which can only ask....where and who is it you see yourself in all this? what is it if anything you seek out of all this?"

His words seem to linger as he let her ponder words in reply,

“I am Jarael Belaerys. A former slave, daughter of a murdered family, sister of a dead sister, I have suffered and now I am a Jedi. My heart desires vengeance, but my mind knows better, yet, here I am. Seeking for balance and knowledge.”