Private Enter The Fold

[Mysa Snowstrider]

Naboo
Shiraya's Sanctuary
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The trail up to Shiraya's Sanctuary had been long and winding, and several times Mysa was left wondering if she had somehow made a wrong turn; she knew that she hadn't, it was rare indeed that the Force led her astray - forsaken her, yes, but addled her senses? no. It was not a route for those who were not already in the know, and Mysa most certainly was not, yet as she came around that final rocky curve she found it spread before her all the same.​

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Down at her side Felix chuffed, while overheard Odiir soared and circled; he had found it before her, of course, had given credence to the path she was upon, but until she saw it for herself she could not quite believe her journey over.​

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Not over, she reminded herself, it is merely beginning. For now the true trial began.​

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Pushing down the hood of the fur cloak which dwarfed her even now, Mysa Snowstrider paused to take a nice long breath of fresh mountainous air. The wind whipped through her hair, drawing wisps free from the many braids and roughing up her already questionable appearance. She was rugged even for a Valkyri, nevermind their Princess, and she certainly did not fit the stereotypical bill for a Jedi, yet she shone within the light all the same and especially here she saw no cause to dampen it.​

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The Force was all around, blinding and brilliant and beautiful, and she was happy to bask in it as she caught her breath.​

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"Come" she urged the frir, with a nudge of her head toward the white steps and walkways that still kept her from the main body of the Temple, "Time to see if they will even recognize me as one of their own." It had been a long time since Coci Heavenshield 's training, after all, and for all she knew they would not honour her quiet Knighting of Mysa.​

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Ala Quin ​

 

[Ala Quin]

The Force willed it. And Ala obeyed.

Not half an hour earlier, it had willed that she push her hand into a stiff breeze and let it give her arm some lift. Now, she sat on a small rock wall alongside a bank of wildflowers. Flowers which she had secured for herself in bushels of scented wonder.

It was all so very far away from Thyferra. From the war. From the physical pain she had felt only days earlier before the bacta treatments had been completed, and the emotional scars she still bore. All of that was put aside, for the meditation of living.

The Force willed the distraction. The creation of a flower crown. a messy, tangled catastrophe of which she was most assuredly, stubbornly proud.

And the Force willed she appear as anything but the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. Which she found remarkably easy to manage, much to her quiet dismay.

The wind picked up for a moment, blowing the horrendous crown of flowers from her head. Ala let out a disconcerted hurrumph, before noticing it land atop to the head of a rather large cat.

"Oh....good catch!"

Her eyes turned towards the woman beside the flower crested feline.

"Hello there...you appear to be on a grand quest...or something?"

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