Gwrtheyrn
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The concept of having a master was not new to Gwrtheyrn. In the days before he had traveled off his homeworld of Iego he had studied the ways and forms of language and poetry under old Luigsech. Perhaps seeing a world to come in which he held no part the old maelibus had committed suicide - something that would haunt Gwrtheyrn till his dying day.
Now he had a new teacher : Lady Heavenshield.
In truth she was quite the opposite of Luigsech in almost every way. Where he was archaic and ancient she was vibrant and filled with life where he was resigned and reticent she was forthright and honest.
What better teacher to guide him in the ways of the force?
As potent a symbol as the ancient and bearded sage was what the young poet/padawan desired was a new beginning. The past while valuable as song and memory was in this case not something to be emulated. Coci was a mother and what better embodiment was there of growth and new beginnings.
Vast changes needed to occur and from Gwrtheyrn's limited understanding of the light side he gleaned that it had great powers of healing and transformation. Perhaps not as overt the external warping that darkside sorcery and alchemy wrought but an internal shift perhaps even more profound.
So it was that Gwrtheyrn sat on a bench in one of the halls of the Silver Jedi Temple his hands scratching away at parchment with a quill pen and ink. There was no sign of the gargantuan sword that he usually carried - such thing had a time and place and this was not it.
Having answered the Ladies summons Gwrtheyrn had no doubt that Coci would arrive soon.
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Now he had a new teacher : Lady Heavenshield.
In truth she was quite the opposite of Luigsech in almost every way. Where he was archaic and ancient she was vibrant and filled with life where he was resigned and reticent she was forthright and honest.
What better teacher to guide him in the ways of the force?
As potent a symbol as the ancient and bearded sage was what the young poet/padawan desired was a new beginning. The past while valuable as song and memory was in this case not something to be emulated. Coci was a mother and what better embodiment was there of growth and new beginnings.
Vast changes needed to occur and from Gwrtheyrn's limited understanding of the light side he gleaned that it had great powers of healing and transformation. Perhaps not as overt the external warping that darkside sorcery and alchemy wrought but an internal shift perhaps even more profound.
So it was that Gwrtheyrn sat on a bench in one of the halls of the Silver Jedi Temple his hands scratching away at parchment with a quill pen and ink. There was no sign of the gargantuan sword that he usually carried - such thing had a time and place and this was not it.
Having answered the Ladies summons Gwrtheyrn had no doubt that Coci would arrive soon.
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]