Private Destined To Occur

[Henna Ashina]

Hirata, Atrisia
2 days after Cato Neimodia
Romi Jade

Within a chamber of the Lightsworn Praxeum on Atrisia stood a meditation crystal, extracted from Tython and brought back for the order’s seers. Wrought in a cast of gold, its diameter stretched half the room, housed in the middle. Ornate silk pillows sat around it in a circle. A few traditional paintings on scrolls lined the wall. They were of mixed variety, but most seemed to carry work that could be attributed to Jedi tradition, Atrisian metaphor, or Tythan legend. Each was specially picked by Henna to evoke thoughtful consideration.

Despite her hopes, she was the only one who used the chamber often. The occasional wayseeker or curious padawan would float in for a short session and depart again wiser. It was still a far cry from the brotherhood she had known in the circle of seers with the New Jedi Order. The thought invoked memory of Asmundr Varobalder .

“All of this, in large part to you, my friend.” Henna said, to no one in particular.

She was still waiting to see if their guest would take her up on the invitation. Master Romi Jade. By the time Henna gave up full time care of the New Jedi’s younglings and embraced the eclectic, Romi had invested in the Jakku Jedi Enclave. The seer admired the work from afar, but duty kept her closely tied to the core. Even today, years later, question demanded answer about the Master’s prophecies. So the line was opened, an open request to her at leisure. She dare not push further. Henna was one of the lucky ones to have evaded enemy capture - but in her time as a healer, she was how it could gnaw at a mine. If she came, let it be on her terms.

 

[Romi Jade]

LIGHTSWORN PRAXEUM
Hirata, Atrisia​

She drew in a breath, and a tired exhale followed -- she trailed the dark roundabout, soaked towelette in hand. She'd gotten cleaned up, but there was still swelling; her lip was busted. She could run her teeth along the bump.

There was brief respite -- she'd been tortured before, and it certainly never got any easier in the recovery phase, especially the older you got. But she cherished just being able to sit for a few minutes and hang her head.

She hadn't even know how much time passed before someone came and retrieved her; she'd been summoned.

She didn't know much about the Lightsworn, mostly heard rumors, and then at one point they stopped...but the name always drummed up a mixture of reactions depending on who you talked to.

Her form broke through the dark, then her face grew warmer the closer she got to the final chamber, her pace slowed, she was almost shrinking herself as if not to disturb whomever was inside,

“All of this, in large part to you, my friend.” Henna said, to no one in particular.

She very shallowly moved through the threshhold, stopping just a couple feet clear, "You called on me." She spoke up, cradling the towelette in both hands.

Henna Ashina


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[Henna Ashina]

“Master Jade.” Henna turned to greet the woman, and sunk into a bow. “I give my condolences for everything you’ve endured.”

Condolences couldn’t heal way her lip puffed, nor whatever wound's lived beyond the purview of the eye - yet it felt a disservice to the woman to offer nothing at all. Floating to the ring of pillows, Henna sat cross legged upon one, motioning for Romi to join if she'd like.

"I understand you dabble in the more mystical aspects of the force. It is my speciality - and the studies around it a bit of a passion. My most recent endeavor has been analyzing the Burning Truth. It is engrossing in its contents regarding the balance between renewal and radicalism."

When she had learned of it, in honesty, interest bordered on obsession. Weeks pouring over data pads and ornate scrolls, comparing the words against prophets of old. Staring into the flames herself. Her curiosity had then moved to who authored the thing. Mother Askani was just a name. She had tracked several Jedi, interviewing them, and a few pointed to Jade as a potential suspect.

"I am curious if you have any insight to offer on the subject.” Golden orbs scanned the woman for any betrayal of inner thought. “Whether you think my order is that other side Mother Askani warned against.”

 

[Romi Jade]

LIGHTSWORN PRAXEUM
Hirata, Atrisia​

Her lips parted, and nothing flowed out, not initially -- her head slowly lurched forward, accepting her condolences; she appreciated it. Then, "Thank you," she managed. What else could she say.

The towelette was losing some of its coolness, she cobbled it up and trailed behind Henna. She managed to lower herself down to the pillows, but not without visibly wincing in pain -- could've been from old age, or the abuse, likely a combination of both.

"So you're a seer?" She replied, "I've had my fair share of them, to my own displeasure, might I add." She wasn't a seer by trade, nor had she ever studied visions, when she had to think about it...maybe it was a product of just her connection growing, as visions weren't uncommon amongst Jedi, or perhaps exploring the path of a seer might've been a possibility for her back then, a path she just hadn't walked due to other choices.

The mention of the Burning Truth, that prompted a silent reaction, she shot a stray glance...

So she figured it out...

Suddenly she wasn't fighting for comfort anymore. "The Burning Truth, yes." She sighed. "When it's a critique, suddenly visions make even less sense. I will say, I've yet to experience a vision personally that hasn't come true, but when it comes to the Burning Truth...we're seeing it play out now. The core has fallen, there's a refugee crisis, Solipsis is back with his empire, and there's a Sith Order that has been allowed to grow uncontrollably on the Alliance's border -- a faction of which it has failed to beat back, on many fronts. And here we are, scattered embers..." She mused.

"Whether your order fills in the blank as far as what was referenced in regards to radicalism, that I'm still learning, watching for...though I will say, action is needed, and you've all taken a step. How far you go with that step, remains to be seen."

"You know that Mother Askani was an alias of mine, I tried to warn the others, tried to organize a coalition of fighters and that failed. I'm realizing now that I had the timing of it all wrong, I miscalculated. But as a seer, you know many Jedi are skeptical of the true weight Force visions have or don't have...where does your order fall?"

Henna Ashina


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