Light
The transport descended through a thick veil of crimson mist, the atmosphere of Dathomir alive with whispers of the Force ancient, untamed, and deeply aware. As the landing struts touched the darkened soil, Aiden felt the familiar thrum of energy beneath his boots, an echo of something primal that pulsed in rhythm with the heartbeat of the world itself. He drew in a steady breath, the air rich with iron and rain. It had been far too long since he had last stepped foot here, far too long since he had seen her.
The enclave came into view through the haze: stone and vine interwoven with repurposed Republic structures, the balance between civilization and wilderness perfectly struck. Lights flickered within the courtyard, and the sound of sparring carried through the air. It wasn't just a sanctuary it was alive, thriving, built by hands that understood both the danger and beauty of this world.
As he approached, he sensed her before he ever so her. It was familiar and grounding, and bright against the dark undertone of Dathomir's energy. Dreidi's presence was as he remembered calm but fierce, a flame that refused to be dimmed by time or distance.