A P E X
Hanging Gardens
Sinner's Well, Ryloth
It was good to be back.
Although the last time that they had set foot here, the first wound to their Bond had been inflicted. A secret kept from the Apprentice by the Master had caused a fracture to form in their relationship. Where once the Echani and the Mandalorian were inseparable, there was a rift that only time overcame. Yet, even after the months had spanned since the secret was made known, Darth Metus and [member="Srina Talon"] had not returned "home." The mantle of Vicelord demanded that they act decisively against their enemies and that they forge as many strong ties as possible. Thus did they tarry across the stars, at times together and at times apart.
But now they had a moment to breathe.
Returning to the sand-swept Badlands of Ryloth caused relief to creep into the bones of Darth Metus. For the first time in what felt an eternity, he felt some modicum of peace. He was home. He was secure. He was...sore. The Sith had no doubt in his mind that Srina was experiencing something similar, as she had been on Tatooine alongside him. She had to have been just as aching, if not more from her first ride upon a Basilisk. So, for just this once, they would go easy on themselves. They would still train, of course, but they wouldn't demand of each other the same rigorous routine.
Srina would not push her Master to improve his abysmal hand-to-hand skills until his fists screamed.
Darth Metus would not push his Apprentice's mind beyond its breaking point.
Instead, the Sith had directed the alabaster woman to meet him in the Garden. This was an interior locale that the pair did not visit - together - on the regular. However, Metus knew that this was a place of quiet refuge for his Apprentice. When the ails of life began to creep in, she would sit amongst the greenery and the blossoms, listening to the rushing water of fountains nearby. She would find peace in the relative quiet, centering her mind and spirit in the way that only a Echani could. What she did here was immensely more healthy than what her Master did to cope with the realities of life. Meditation would trump exploring a bottle of Netra'gal any day.
And frankly, Metus was ready to try something different. On top of the war and the demands of his position, a weight rested upon his heart. He longed to go home - moreso now than any part of his life before. Maybe it was the fact that he simply could not that made him miss Mandalore so fiercely, but whatever the case the desolate world was always on his mind. It inspired the way he went into battle. It inspired the way he carried himself. It colored nearly every facet of his daily life. And while Srina, ever gracious as she was, certainly took notice, she never spoke directly about his state of mind. But she didn't have to.
He could always feel her concern as a gentle breeze within his mind.
He could always feel her quiet attempts to comfort him from afar, whispering through their Bond.
She was worried, he knew. So, at the very least, he could open the book that he had kept shut for so long with her. He could share this burden and confront it in the way that she knew best. That would be their "training" for the afternoon. As such, the Sith awaited his Apprentice. Seated upon a bench of sandstone hue did he watch the fountain before him. The structure itself was nothing too remarkable: just a series of basins which allowed water to overflow into the next one. But, the gentle sound of the water's movements was indeed relaxing. He leaned forward, almost transfixed for a moment.
Until he felt her coming.
[member="Srina Talon"]
Sinner's Well, Ryloth
It was good to be back.
Although the last time that they had set foot here, the first wound to their Bond had been inflicted. A secret kept from the Apprentice by the Master had caused a fracture to form in their relationship. Where once the Echani and the Mandalorian were inseparable, there was a rift that only time overcame. Yet, even after the months had spanned since the secret was made known, Darth Metus and [member="Srina Talon"] had not returned "home." The mantle of Vicelord demanded that they act decisively against their enemies and that they forge as many strong ties as possible. Thus did they tarry across the stars, at times together and at times apart.
But now they had a moment to breathe.
Returning to the sand-swept Badlands of Ryloth caused relief to creep into the bones of Darth Metus. For the first time in what felt an eternity, he felt some modicum of peace. He was home. He was secure. He was...sore. The Sith had no doubt in his mind that Srina was experiencing something similar, as she had been on Tatooine alongside him. She had to have been just as aching, if not more from her first ride upon a Basilisk. So, for just this once, they would go easy on themselves. They would still train, of course, but they wouldn't demand of each other the same rigorous routine.
Srina would not push her Master to improve his abysmal hand-to-hand skills until his fists screamed.
Darth Metus would not push his Apprentice's mind beyond its breaking point.
Instead, the Sith had directed the alabaster woman to meet him in the Garden. This was an interior locale that the pair did not visit - together - on the regular. However, Metus knew that this was a place of quiet refuge for his Apprentice. When the ails of life began to creep in, she would sit amongst the greenery and the blossoms, listening to the rushing water of fountains nearby. She would find peace in the relative quiet, centering her mind and spirit in the way that only a Echani could. What she did here was immensely more healthy than what her Master did to cope with the realities of life. Meditation would trump exploring a bottle of Netra'gal any day.
And frankly, Metus was ready to try something different. On top of the war and the demands of his position, a weight rested upon his heart. He longed to go home - moreso now than any part of his life before. Maybe it was the fact that he simply could not that made him miss Mandalore so fiercely, but whatever the case the desolate world was always on his mind. It inspired the way he went into battle. It inspired the way he carried himself. It colored nearly every facet of his daily life. And while Srina, ever gracious as she was, certainly took notice, she never spoke directly about his state of mind. But she didn't have to.
He could always feel her concern as a gentle breeze within his mind.
He could always feel her quiet attempts to comfort him from afar, whispering through their Bond.
She was worried, he knew. So, at the very least, he could open the book that he had kept shut for so long with her. He could share this burden and confront it in the way that she knew best. That would be their "training" for the afternoon. As such, the Sith awaited his Apprentice. Seated upon a bench of sandstone hue did he watch the fountain before him. The structure itself was nothing too remarkable: just a series of basins which allowed water to overflow into the next one. But, the gentle sound of the water's movements was indeed relaxing. He leaned forward, almost transfixed for a moment.
Until he felt her coming.
[member="Srina Talon"]