Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
A year. It had been an entire year since Gherron had heard from his master, or his newfound friend, Josh. At the present, he was busy meditating at his favorite place on Tython, a waterfall deep in the forests. He had learned early on that every vein gives off a distinct force signature, and that it can be recognized if looked for. However, he had not been able to locate his master anywhere. He had simply assumed that Azar was either too far away, or that the Ewok simply grew tired of him and somehow hid himself. Gherron sighed as he left his meditative state, and admired the lightsaber that hung at his belt. Though he was still a Padawan, the weapon he constructed last year had made him, in his mind, a knight. He smiled as the memory came to him.
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
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