Not Ordo
Just under the upper hand.
Eyal M'ti stood silenmy watching as Kal slowly lumbered over with a thick walking stick for support. It was funny they should meet like this again. It had been too long for both, perhaps longer for one than the other.
"Kal?" M'ti said through the force as the older but less experienced Neti stopped to stand beside him. "When are you going to stop pretending you're infirm and take a place with us?"
"You would think, " Kal began in the same silent communication, "That one would begin with hello, before they start their lecture."
"One would think many things, Kal, but few would determine anything more than consciousness." Eyal replied.
Kal groaned a deep thrumb in his chest that brought a small chuckle to the other Neti before they stood overlooking the training courtyards of Yavin. Southerly winds blew softly through their wood-like hair and stirred their robes. Their eyes like pools of time seemed to focus and unfocus for a time as if drifting between past, present and possibly future. Slowly Kal began to gently move with the wind and closed his eyes. Eyal just watched in silence as Kal moved in time with the native trees and gently thrummed soft reverberating groans.
"Kal" the Master of the Yavin temple said as he looked at the rising moon, "What do you keep in that satchel you hold so close."
"Look." Kal said out loud, and sounding far older than usual. Eyal reached a hand close to lift the flap and look inside the old worn fabric satchel, then calmly closed it with wide eyes.
"Are you sure you're not a Jedi Master?" Eyal asked as he folded his hands behind him.
"Are any of us sure of what we are until someone tells us?" Kal asked.
"We can be sure in many ways." Eyal replied.
"But none of those have a title or label Eyal, do they?" Kal said through the force.
"I suppose not, old friend." Eyal said putting a hand on the meditating Kal's shoulder, "I suppose not."
"Kal?" M'ti said through the force as the older but less experienced Neti stopped to stand beside him. "When are you going to stop pretending you're infirm and take a place with us?"
"You would think, " Kal began in the same silent communication, "That one would begin with hello, before they start their lecture."
"One would think many things, Kal, but few would determine anything more than consciousness." Eyal replied.
Kal groaned a deep thrumb in his chest that brought a small chuckle to the other Neti before they stood overlooking the training courtyards of Yavin. Southerly winds blew softly through their wood-like hair and stirred their robes. Their eyes like pools of time seemed to focus and unfocus for a time as if drifting between past, present and possibly future. Slowly Kal began to gently move with the wind and closed his eyes. Eyal just watched in silence as Kal moved in time with the native trees and gently thrummed soft reverberating groans.
"Kal" the Master of the Yavin temple said as he looked at the rising moon, "What do you keep in that satchel you hold so close."
"Look." Kal said out loud, and sounding far older than usual. Eyal reached a hand close to lift the flap and look inside the old worn fabric satchel, then calmly closed it with wide eyes.
"Are you sure you're not a Jedi Master?" Eyal asked as he folded his hands behind him.
"Are any of us sure of what we are until someone tells us?" Kal asked.
"We can be sure in many ways." Eyal replied.
"But none of those have a title or label Eyal, do they?" Kal said through the force.
"I suppose not, old friend." Eyal said putting a hand on the meditating Kal's shoulder, "I suppose not."