Alan
Blessed are the peacemakers
@[member="Javir Strilla"]
There was a certain emptiness that allowed a person to be very introspective on such a lonely planet. Tracyn considered Concord Dawn, his homeplanet, to be rather...lonely. Fields upon fields of wheat and only a few people compared to other planets to tend to them made it a lot of expanses of pure golden strands, that dotted the planet and made it seemed like it had hair. The hair of the earth swayed in the wind, and Tracyn was very comfortable with it. He was wearing his Beskar'gam, on his way to see something, just from a distance in which he hadn't seen in a long time.
The trek up the hill was familiar, even moreso without a second pair of footprints beside him. He was hoping, one day, that he would take Cassus up the hill, but Cassus was far beyond help and Asha was never going to be found again. Resting himself on the tire swing, his eyes wandered to the ranch, about a mile away. He could only see it in the distance, and he swung himself gently on the swing, sighing. He looked down at his hands, and then looked back up at the house. It was a nice house, wooden in some places and duraplast and duracrete, a real working family's land. The children had grown up since he had last been here, small numbers of blonde haired ruffians running around, and the other taller ones doing their chores and singing songs while doing it. Tracyn looked solemnly at the scene, before sighing and pushing himself by the balls of his feet, to match the swaying of the wind in the tire swing that he once called his.
There was a certain emptiness that allowed a person to be very introspective on such a lonely planet. Tracyn considered Concord Dawn, his homeplanet, to be rather...lonely. Fields upon fields of wheat and only a few people compared to other planets to tend to them made it a lot of expanses of pure golden strands, that dotted the planet and made it seemed like it had hair. The hair of the earth swayed in the wind, and Tracyn was very comfortable with it. He was wearing his Beskar'gam, on his way to see something, just from a distance in which he hadn't seen in a long time.
The trek up the hill was familiar, even moreso without a second pair of footprints beside him. He was hoping, one day, that he would take Cassus up the hill, but Cassus was far beyond help and Asha was never going to be found again. Resting himself on the tire swing, his eyes wandered to the ranch, about a mile away. He could only see it in the distance, and he swung himself gently on the swing, sighing. He looked down at his hands, and then looked back up at the house. It was a nice house, wooden in some places and duraplast and duracrete, a real working family's land. The children had grown up since he had last been here, small numbers of blonde haired ruffians running around, and the other taller ones doing their chores and singing songs while doing it. Tracyn looked solemnly at the scene, before sighing and pushing himself by the balls of his feet, to match the swaying of the wind in the tire swing that he once called his.