Kiskla Grayson-Matteo
Redeemer
[After the events of "Work of My Hands"]
The High Council. That was a feat that her master would have been in awe of. His approval was the major motivator to her acceptance of the invitation, that, and she constantly challenged herself. And what was more challenging for someone harbouring an entity of darkness to force herself to be a beacon of light?
Her heels clicked along the marble floors of the remarkable Temple hallway as she made her way to the archives. There was something she was keen to look into, an ancient organization of Monks that had somehow peaked her interest as of late. Plus, she needed to invest more time into her roots if she was going to assist in the paving of the future.
Fingers ran through her hair as she considered the implications of her position. She was surrounded by currently like-minded individuals, brave men and women who had embraced their midichlorian gifts and were channelling them to conquer the darkness in the galaxy. Their prowess, coupled with resilience made the Coruscant Jedi Temple an epicentre of strong-willed light that glowed brilliantly in the metaphysical realm. On a holistic level, it was a beacon to all pursuing insights to The Force. Traditional Jedi or otherwise.
Speaking of otherwise, a vaguely familiar prick in The Force caught her attention. There was a robed figure, one she had only met briefly to learn a new technique -- one of Darron's previous Padawans. What was it…. oh yes, @[member="Josiah Denko"]! That was his name, she was fairly confident.
Well, no use in ostracizing the fellow despite his introduction. Templar, was it? What was that anyways?
"Master Denko," Kiskla greeted to the other Force user "Enjoying your stay at the temple?" One couldn't tell if she was speaking in jest, or sincerity. Such was typical to many of her nuances.
The High Council. That was a feat that her master would have been in awe of. His approval was the major motivator to her acceptance of the invitation, that, and she constantly challenged herself. And what was more challenging for someone harbouring an entity of darkness to force herself to be a beacon of light?
Her heels clicked along the marble floors of the remarkable Temple hallway as she made her way to the archives. There was something she was keen to look into, an ancient organization of Monks that had somehow peaked her interest as of late. Plus, she needed to invest more time into her roots if she was going to assist in the paving of the future.
Fingers ran through her hair as she considered the implications of her position. She was surrounded by currently like-minded individuals, brave men and women who had embraced their midichlorian gifts and were channelling them to conquer the darkness in the galaxy. Their prowess, coupled with resilience made the Coruscant Jedi Temple an epicentre of strong-willed light that glowed brilliantly in the metaphysical realm. On a holistic level, it was a beacon to all pursuing insights to The Force. Traditional Jedi or otherwise.
Speaking of otherwise, a vaguely familiar prick in The Force caught her attention. There was a robed figure, one she had only met briefly to learn a new technique -- one of Darron's previous Padawans. What was it…. oh yes, @[member="Josiah Denko"]! That was his name, she was fairly confident.
Well, no use in ostracizing the fellow despite his introduction. Templar, was it? What was that anyways?
"Master Denko," Kiskla greeted to the other Force user "Enjoying your stay at the temple?" One couldn't tell if she was speaking in jest, or sincerity. Such was typical to many of her nuances.