Alan
Blessed are the peacemakers
Tracyn leaned back on the rock, his eyes gazing over the scenery of Tython. Rivers, in the near distance, flowed gently. Smaller Jedi pattered about, some younger than he could think. There was a lesson going in the distance, though he couldn't tell what was going in it. Which was fine, he didn't want to intrude on it.
Tracyn glanced to the empty meditation mat beside him, and sighed. He tapped his hands on his knees. He was a patient man, but patience also had it's limits. However, he soon found the man he was looking for, just by sensing him. Force sensitives could sense each other within a moment's notice, though it was not as precise as one would think. He turned his head halfway to the man, smiling. He genuinely enjoyed his company, and looked forward to teaching him.
"A bit late, but that's fine. Have a seat, Grisham."
@[member="Grisham Martyr"]
Tracyn glanced to the empty meditation mat beside him, and sighed. He tapped his hands on his knees. He was a patient man, but patience also had it's limits. However, he soon found the man he was looking for, just by sensing him. Force sensitives could sense each other within a moment's notice, though it was not as precise as one would think. He turned his head halfway to the man, smiling. He genuinely enjoyed his company, and looked forward to teaching him.
"A bit late, but that's fine. Have a seat, Grisham."
@[member="Grisham Martyr"]