Meeristali Peradun
Cat Dad
LOCATION
Tython
His training had been going at something of a relaxed pace, which was strange to him. He had too much spare time on his hands, and while he had been able to make good use of it, he did not feel useful, and it was more than mere idleness that was getting under his skin. Due to his not being involved, the matter of the Republic-One Sith war compounded this, and it made him feel a guilt that was not unlike the one he supposed a soldier that had abandoned his post for no good reason might have felt. That was a situation he could in some way identify with, having been a soldier for the approximately ten years of his life prior to his joining the Jedi, even though he had been involuntarily discharged for ultimately petty reasons. He held no ill will to his former superiors, and the ways of that life were still embedded deep within him - you could take the soldier out of the army, but you could never take the army out of the soldier.After Teta, however, things had grown quiet. There were no further rumblings of battle, a disquiet which put him slightly on edge, but he would seek to use the time wisely such that by the time the next attack brought on by either side of the conflict arrived, he would be prepared to such an extent as to be able to be more than merely useful. He knew how to fight... but he simply lacked adequate tools to fight with, simply because the conflict between users of the Force was a starkly different animal from what he was used to. It was the joke of 'bringing a knife to a gun fight' turned inside-out.
Now, what was it that the Felacatian did when faced with the need to change something? He sought knowledge, and while the library on Tython paled in comparison to other venues of knowledge, it was still more than sufficient for his needs, and he was a frequent visitor. Because of it, he often had a fair idea about the skills he picked up from his instructors before discussing them or putting them into practice. Also, this research often lead him to other considerations, and it was in this way that he formed his ideas as to what the next steps might be in his growth... and several questions to go along with it. Now there was only the matter of discussing it with his master, one [member="Michael Sardun"], a man with whom he had more in common than he hoped to have with any master here. It was a sort of blessing, if one believed in such things.
So it was on a warm Benduday at mid-day that Meeristal Peradun sat in the shade of fully-leafed tree a fair distance away from the temple, with a soft cooler of beverages at his side, and the future on his mind, waiting for Sardun to arrive.