Insights to the invisible [Syn]

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla chuckled at @[member="Syn"]'s narrative before changing the subject to the task at hand.
"I asked Phylis to send over some articles on The White Current," she began, pulling out a datapad as they hiked the incline. "One thing I found interesting was that The Current stemmed from Fallanassi's desire to not affect the physical around them. Hence their projection of illusions. I think if we dwell on this thought, gaining understanding of the method will come with much more ease."

Kiskla herself was a master of Art of the Small and Mind Tricks, two roots she considered she could combine to accomplish this illusion and projection schtick.

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

He gave a nod, there was much he had learned training wise and now as he listened he spoke. "Yes the information and meditating on it can help. It will help you more so then myself, your physical sight allows for more imagination to my own. It is why I am if I stay this course going to be one of the more limited users. Something that is fine with me in the long run as I can outlive most situations. He moved up the incline and then was walking more while reaching out with the force. He stopped for a brief moment while checking his own orientation with the force and his senses.

Then he moved towards the east and kept speaking while using a food ration to his lips. "There is much though that you will be able to do with this talent with this gift that I cannot and I am sorry I will not be such a talented teacher but there are many other things I am able to use. Traveling this trek brought back many memories of my past that I didn't want to remember. My teacher Arya believed that to move forward I would have to acknowledge my past to learn how to reach that state between my inner rage, that blood boiling state that my masters created and nurtured and serenity what I found in the jedi and training others. It was needed to properly see the current and be a force needed for good."

His hands moved to the side though and he was grinning. "I know it might sound strange but I am not the most ideal jedi. I am a dangerous and impulsive one compared to others. Despite my age I am still considered by neti a child. I want you to understand how I found my path to learn it, you will need to find that part of yourself that allows you to find focus."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

"My physical sight?" Kiskla echoed daftly "How does it differ from your own?" @[member="Syn"] was such a mystery -- she'd heard about him, but never really spent any time getting to know him. She had a feeling exploring a planet would change that! And already, he was speaking. How interesting.
"Huh." Kiskla mused aloud at his admittance of his limitations. Kiskla, as far as she knew, was not limited. Her own essence was pure to the core as she'd been trained to do what was believed as the greater good on all accounts. She didn't have rage, just a short temper -- one that had come a long way since taking a seat on the council. She'd learned much when having to be in an exemplary position. She recalled the readings about how the Fallanassi focused on the mind, spirit, and body, and decided that would be a good place to start while they moved; drawing on her environment. She became very conscious of her composition as a whole, her thoughts and motivations; how she felt, how she processed, every little tick and tock of her fibers that made up her body and mind.

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Syn looked over to Kiskla and raised an eyebrow for a moment before he raised his hand. The fingers sliding under the sash until he removed it and the jedi master stared at her. His hollow eyes covered in some scar tissue around the sockets. He remained holding it on her for a moment until he spoke more. "I do not see as you or the rest of the council. I have never perceived the world with sight, senses the force it is all I know. You have eyes that allow you to understand the world and illusions, to see the imperfections. I can see through the force and the current some of the imperfections but it is difficult."

Syn gave a nod of his head before sliding the sash back on and focusing on the current. He could sense and now he was focusing on letting his body immerse to hide. "Now focus your senses and find the current, wrap it around you and immerse yourself to hide within it. Both from sight and sense."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Well apparently she was the blind one and had never even noticed that. Oops, writer's bad! Kiskla was dually impressed and astounded. Flabbergasted even and wholly abashed. But, she didn't let him sense that tremor and simply nodded at his advice. She was already working on the consciousness of herself, and therefore was acutely aware of her weight in The Force. It was elephantine; hiding it would be a task indeed.

A good few minutes passed as Kiskla felt the ebb and flow of The Current, and the traditional Force. She managed to manipulate The Force enough to disappear from that sense, but the current? That was a new one. A new hurdle she'd not yet had to overcome. She stopped walking, and stood amongst the canopy of trees that reached overhead; sensing them and imagining herself as the breeze that rifled through their leaves. It was invisible, but there. She too, had to become just as invisible to the senses. She could see The Force, and she could see it's faucets with her acutely trained eyes; but it wasn't impenetrable. Just as everything Force made could be Force deflected, there were nuances that could be detected. She could see spirals, tiny slivers that twisted with the pattern of the ebb; a whorl that she could reach out to and extend herself within, squeezing her signature into it's tiny welcoming grasp. It rippled in response, repelling her at first. But she persisted, thinking about how she'd initially learned Art of the Small and shrunk her presence to a minuscule size; she did similarly and finally made it through a hole in the knot.

@[member="Syn"]

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

He watched, finding a little humor in the idea she hadn't pieced together his condition but it wasn't something he was going to push. Training while they went on was a thing important enough to try but she would have to be able to do it while moving. He spoke crouching a little and touching the ground before rising back up and moving. Hiding himself from sight but also letting his presence in the current be sensed by the ones who can use it. A small curse and problem that let users like Dragonsflame find him even if he didn't want him to. It was why he stayed away from most people. "Now with your focus much like training anything take steps. First immerse yourself and then do it while walking, running fighting when needed. The temple of sciences and the forge is half a days journey." He began going off into the direction of the temple and had a smirk on his face.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla grimaced at @[member="Syn"]'s recommendation. She had found her knoll, and could stay in it as long as she wasn't moving-- but her fellow councillor was on his way and so she should join him.
So she did.
Like little apartments concealed beyond the natural flow of things, Kiskla could faintly sense Syn a fair distance off within this celestial realm. In a way, it was akin to her journeys beyond shadows. While her footwork advanced her, she caught the rhythm of the current. Imagining it like a blanket, she looped her metaphysical fingers through its nooks and curled the current over her to completely conceal her field of responsibility. Then, she picked up the pace to a light jog; focusing on maintaining that stealthy advantage while in her little holistic burrow.

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

Syn gave a nod of his head as she was getting it and he kept moving along. Opening his mind while he spoke. "There is much that can learned from this journey." Then he continued to move on while matching Kiskla's pace of a jog while leaving his energy in the current. He wasn't going to distract her to much heading off but he wasn't going to risk distracting her on a mountain when he felt more of the temple in the distance after a few hours. That edge of perception he had while he moved a little faster and spoke. "You holding up good?"

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

"I think so." Kiskla replied, her breathing at a trained consistency. On top of Force training, Kiskla held herself to a strict physical routine. This was mostly credited to her acrobatic style of lightsaber dueling. She could feel the current as well as she could feel the pulsations of her own blood stream. It ebbed and knocked against her, but she held fast in her knoll.

Meanwhile, in the physical world, the soles of her boots struck against rocks and ledges. Her trained sense of balance was the only thing that kept her upright against the rocky terrain, and she focused on @[member="Syn"]'s energy with an unnerving amount of trust to get her to safety.

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

He could lead them to and keep her safe as he moved and the trek turned into enough time until the jedi master stood a kilometer away from the temple near the ancient forge and he spoke relaxing a little in his stance. "We are here, there is much that could be done and much that they still had to do while he spoke leading the way up to the Je'daii floating temple they would be meditating under. "While I know you are in need of a saber, this temple was where the weapons were forged, where meditation and creations were made to help. I rebuilt one of my blades while my teacher worked with me to focus and balance. We'll do the same."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

So that would make..five lightsabers for herself? Or..huh. Interesting.
Feeling like a Padawan once again, she followed behind Syn; all the while sensing his aura for what it was when exposed. For a moment, she paused, slowing her gait until she stood next to her fellow councillor and gazed at the temple floating overhead.
She cut her connection with the current. It would be her reconnection that would prove her initial contact not a fluke.
@[member="Syn"]

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

The small sensation of sensing Kiskla again was there and Syn moved more wondering what she was going to do while he led the way inside into the inner section before being near the edge hovering in the air. He tilted his head back to breath in the heated air, the warmth of the volcano coming but he enjoyed it before sitting down bringing out the blade to sit it before him. All electrum and black metal while he sat there. "This is not something I am used to doing often so bare with me please. To use the white current is to focus heavily inward to conceal yourself in the ripples and eddies of the force to hide and mask. To blend in which requires intense focus and skill. It is a level of being that each of us can reach with the right trigger or training. I had to recall when my master trained me long ago on Bengeel and taught me to resist and fight through most pain. To steel my focus and resolve to be better then our enemies. It was a painful lesson but one I learned in time with great zeal."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla admired @[member="Syn"]'s self awareness and honesty. Before taking a seat across from him, she glanced about at their surroundings. Ash covered neglected crannies and there was a thick burnt scent in the air that made her nose twitch involuntarily. The sky was painted blood orange, with curls of smoke curling into the atmosphere from the surrounding boils of lava. Below them, emerald waves slapped against the dark stone of the temple; which added a distinctly salty scent to their surroundings.

With a deep inhale, Kiskla's long legs crossed and she lowered herself to sit on the rubble. She reached behind her back and unclipped the saver she had constructed herself.
The other three were trophies in one way or another.

Placidly, she removed her hands from either side of it and drew out her palms, balancing the silver hilt between her hands; only supported by her mental current.

"Forgive my ignorance," Kiskla drawled (something she found herself saying more and more these days) "Why are we reconstructing our lightsabers?" It's not that she doubted the motivation; she was just curious!

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

"Why? It is something that can focus the mind and you look inward. Some jedi I have seen spend weeks focusing and moving forward when they build their sabers. It lets them find inner focus, calmness that few can reach. Padawans are expected to be calm in their mind but some masters myself more then others forget that. It is the meditation we are here for, the reflecting on what has happened and why we have a blade to defend. Others complain the jedi fight and have lost their way others believe believe we are hounds of the Republic fighting their wars ignoring the work of thousands for their own simple view. It is a frustrating time and changes how some things work it is why this type of journey is as much for myself as it can help you understand and focus on the white current. It is about enhancement and focus on yourself and the world around you."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla nodded. Calm and focus. Two things she was terrible at. The focus, however, she had accelerated in and was able to hone it when the time was right; mostly in battle. Until then, her mind was wild and curious, therefore, it was wise for @[member="Syn"] to consider going back to the basics. It was something she had never considered, she was always wondering how to build and develop that she often forgot the foundation of which she built upon.

With an assumption that they could begin, Kiskla took a deep breath. Tython's living energy poured out around her, enveloping her senses in it's mystique. Despite all her knowledge, there was still so much more to learn and so much more to test. It would have to start at the beginning, as if she were at Ilum with her Master Marclonus once more.

The hilt twisted with the machinations of her mind, and both ends slowly lifted from their hold. After a few moments, the entire thing was dismantled and the cerulean crystal that was lodged in the heart of the hilt was exposed; it's glow throbbing with life.

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

One can never discount the basics and Syn was glad that it maybe came out right. He wasn't one to really talk with people or get them to do things for sure but he was enjoying this while he reached out and focused on the saber bringing it into the air. The cool black metal familiar as he searched around it feeling where the force activated grip was something to prevent others from taking and using it. The adjustment knob for the blades intensity and then he was feeling the parts inside of it until he let out a breathe dissembling it to show the crystal and the slightly damaged parts. It was why its containment failed sometimes sparking out flecks of energy that burned. His mind continued to go back over the time when he first assembled the blade on Benjeel and he opened his mind more because he wasn't thinking about shielding it. There was nothing to much there that hadn't been known by a few.

Spoiler

Bengeel. A barren, dusty planet in the Mid Rim covered with sulfur pools, lifeless rivers and volcanoes. Home to the Kimogilla lizard, supposed kin to Tatooine's Krayt dragons and to numerous other dangerous beings, smaller in size but no less deadly. The lone figure grinned as he stepped off the shuttle in Arakesh's stronghold. Bracing himself against dying in a sandstorm his gaze swept north and in the near distance, storm clouds had gathered. A smile came to Varadun's face at the sight of it all and he continued forward. "Lord Varadun, you sure you going to be okay here?" He glanced back over his shoulder at the shuttle pilot and his face cringed smelling the reek of alcohol and sweat. "A little sand never hurt anyone now keep the ship here until I return." He stepped from the platform to the waiting vehicle compound.

"Its not the sand that concerns me." The young pilot sighed and remained where he was closing the door as he finished. "People go out there and never return." A whisper of wind caressed his face with a familiar edge. He tilted his head and reached out with the force, smiling at the feelings he found there. He turned back to the ship and gave a chuckle that was drowned out in the wind. The sithspawn warrior moved towards the one piloting the vehicle for him. "You will deliver the passenger and then leave. You will not remember where he went. Then you will count to ten and return to your garage." The mans eyes glazed momentarily, his jaw falling open. Checking through the vehicles, he found what he was looking for and eased the swoop from the garage. A quick examination told him it was in full working condition.

As they eased away from the shuttle port, the small shuttle exploded in a blast that carried on the wind and filled the air with the scent of burnt metal. The swoop bike continued on its heading in the direction of the growing storm. The swoop wound the way into the mountains as the storm covered the port and destroyed shuttle in the distance. Varadun remained very still until they came to a stop at the end of a path leading to an old base. The driver started spoke seeming nervous before the siths face shot back to look at him and he went off on the swoop not making a sound. The storm resounded more over head and Varadun entered the base. "I'm home." He whispered, before opening the door and entering.

The bunker looked old and derelict, half buried in sand. His hand ran along the wall of the structure. Thunder boomed across the area they were in and echoed in the hallway causing him to chuckle and shake his head softly. "I am here my master." The door slid silently closed. A warmth wrapped itself around him, holding him. Invisible fingers caressed his face and ran through his hair tussling it. The door sealed behind him, beeping once as the dim lights flickered to life in the tiny entrance way. Just on the edge of his hearing, he heard the storm die away. The service lift opened, its light brighter to the point he could feel the heat of it on his skin. Than he walked the length of the entrance hall as it sank deeper into the building's depths. He found one of the room through memory and the force.

The door opened to a hive of mechanical activity. Three sorts of droids went about their duties. Crystals for meditation and vision indicated the way he should go, but the scent he was now following went in a different direction. The smell of her perfume veered off to an audience chamber, he continued on towards the room though hearing the droids but not seeing them. "Identify yourself!" the metallic drone from a security droid as it stepped in his path. The sound was grating on his ears and he turned to face it. He pushed back his hood. A single braid of black hair from above his forehead to the the small of his back. Brown, yellow and cream markings on his face showing where if he had had fur it would be, Sash covered eyes and a crooked but sexy tight grin on his lips.

A tall figure loomed behind the droid, capturing his full attention. She stepped forward. Whatever the droid had been about to do ended abruptly in sparks as the newcomers hand moved behind the droid. The same hand reached for Varadun's and pulled his closer. Holding his against the wall of muscle that was her chest, his head dipped a little as he rose of tiptoes. Their lips met, then parted as their tongues caressed each other while they kissed. "Hello my Darkness." Her words whispered into his skull as the feeling her her power flexed across his mind. One of her hands held his head as they kissed, the other wrapped about his waist, pulling him closer. His arms snaked about her neck, as he answered his kiss with his own. "You have been away from me for quite some time." her voice was velvet-soft in his mind.

Their kiss ended. He nodded. "I am sorry my master." He whispered against her lips. "Don't let it happen again Varadun." She growled, pulling him into another kiss that swallowed his reply. "I missed you terribly." Varadun smiled at his lover as her fingers stroked his cheek tenderly. His arms and lips left hers, but he could still feel her presence wrapped about his like a second-skin, the after thought of her mouth on his made him tingle still. "I've installed some more security droids ... seems too many uninvited people run around in here." He entered the room behind him, he remained one step away and to his left."Yes, I had noticed the droids." He smiled, his gaze and senses sweeping over the room.

A well-beaten cloak was on the floor of one of Andiaas's four holding cells and he could smell it. The scent of blood, sweat and other fluids assailed Varadun's senses made caused his brow to knot. What had occurred in his absence he wondered briefly."Andiaas, have you been torturing people while I've been away?" he pointed to the cloak. "Not much," She sighed in disappointment, "More wishful thinking I guess." They stopped, he glanced at a small charging area thinking about something. He felt his unasked question. "Would you like to test it?" the words escaped her lips. Without waiting for his answer, she pushed him into the holding area. He glanced at the small control device and the electrical barriers charged into place, trapping him in a space barely a span wider than himself.

"I've got this fully working now." He felt her presence leave his, her warmth withdrawn. His lover placed her "Master" mask on, blanking her face and shutting herself off from her emotions. There would be no warmth or sympathy now until this test had ended. Varadun inhaled deeply to brace himself for what was to come and couldn't help but wonder if his question had been his own words, or a suggestion from the woman he loved. She held one hand towards the shimmering barrier. An act that Varadun mirrored. The barrier arced towards his palm, giving him small shocks and a burn. His expression remained blank. Glancing at the console, he heard a dial turning.

Electricity surged through his body, he screamed unprepared for it. Through the crackling he heard her whisper, clear as if stood behind him. "Withstand it my love.." he nodded and set his teeth. "Use your anger," She whispered. "Focus your hate." The dial clicked once more. He whimpered against the surging current, eyes letting loose streaks of blood red tears. Her own face blank now, more in control of the pain at seeing this done. "It is the time for a lesson in domination and manipulation.." Her voice a little louder now, commanding his full attention. "All people have a weakness.. a soft spot."
He watched her as he started to prowl back and forth in front of the electrical cage. She reminded him of a predator in full control of its pray.. playing with it. Was this how she used to be with her former apprentices? He'd heard her say she'd thought nothing of beating them to near death to attend their lessons. She'd also said it pained her to hurt him, was this her way of "teaching" him without being the one to inflict the pain herself? The thoughts went through his mind as he screamed feeling the anger boil up from his stomach and the pain radiate out. He wanted to fight through it for her.

"If you find the weakness in a person, you can easily conquer them." The dial clicked again. He staggered, gritting his teeth and steeling himself against the increased charge. "Yes my master." He could feel the intense pain and now he wanted to scream to let it all out and to have it resonate in the force. Even his force senses were getting blurry as it came down to it. They wavered under the heavier and stronger shocks. "Sometimes it will take weeks, months.. even years to find that weakness." His ears picked up every words as it was driven into his mind, the force letting her speak to him even with the crackling of the energy barrier.


She turned her full attention to him, his senses glazed a little. "But when you find it.. attack it. Bring your target to its knees! An example," The device clicked again. He whimpered, more red tears forming in his eyes to go down his cheeks. Varadun reached deep into the force to help him focus, reached into that endless pit of the darkside. "That Jedi. Heijiro." She spat out the name like it was a vile poison, her face grimacing almost audibly, "has a very apparent weakness." Varadun knew what it was he had smelled it on the man. He hadn't figured it out until later that day. "S.. Shen." Varadun nodded with the understanding of hindsight.
"Indeed." She smiled coldly her pleasure that he understood now evident in the small inflections of her tone, "took me mere minutes to find that one. Strangely my love.... It took you longer, guess you couldn't see that." She walked over to the console, her hand resting on the dial. "So it is highly ironic that his apprentice is his one great weakness." Andiaas dipped her gaze to the controls, "And my apprentice, you, are mine." She twisted her hand, two clicks. He jerked, reaching into the force more for a steady anchor and a way to block the pain. "Y...yes m.. master."


"So in this case, we would only need attack Shen, make Heijiro fear loosing his love and he would be weakened." A cold smile uncurled on her lips, "but there are other ways.." Her humor was even more evident at the sadistic pleasure she took from it. Varadun fought through the pain as a thought came to him and he spoke through gritted teeth. "W.. wouldn't.. couldn't that same tactic work.. on you master?" "Indeed my apprentice, hence the need of the pain you experience now." He swallowed, teeth chattering a little. "H.. how s.. so? My master."


"I need to know if you can withstand a lot. If not anything." Her hand stroked the console, "Or else I will keep you locked up in here with me, until you are as strong as I am." Two more clicks. A low groan echoed about the chamber as the power surged into Varadun. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, nails pressing into his palms as they drew blood. He began to tremble from the pain and almost felt his knees buckle.. "Manipulation in the way to domination.. befriending your target is also a solution. Make them feel safe around you." A memory uncurled in Andiaas's mind making her smile. "Then put them in a position where they would need your help."

Varadun's teeth bit into his lip, sinking into the flesh and breaking the skin. A thin line of blood trickled down his chin. Eyes leaking streams of tears and blood, he fought against the pain. -Click.. click.. click- He screamed dropping heavily to his knees. Chest heaving with the pain. Palms bleeding from eight little half-moon cuts where his nails dug in. His own teeth marks lining his bottom lip. "Yes!" Andiaas hissed, "You are strong my apprentice, my darkness.." He snarled at her, the heat of his breath blazing with every emotion in his body. He felt more of his rage swelling up and washing over him like a heated skin.


"Very good." Click. Sparks bathed the room. The energy fields holding the cage secure flickered and danced as the electrical surges reached danger levels. Tears fall down his cheeks freely as if he had eyes they would have rolled into the back of his skull. The darkness claimed him and he fell over. The soothing pain went away and he could feel fingers stroking, caressing his head, running though his hair. Tendrils of love through the force chased away all lingering pain and wounds. "Not bad at all," the words whispered on his forehead as lips press little kisses on his skin.

With a whimper, Varadun's head tilted up with bloody tears coming down his cheeks. The warmth presence wraps itself around him once more as tightly as the arms that hold him to her chest. Her lips seek his once more, tracing his bite marks with her tongue before gently kissing him. "It is over now my love." A smile, genuine warm and loving as his mouth claims hers for another kiss. She helped him to his feet, holding him to her as his legs tremble. "Let's make it easy this time.." The words echoed and confused him for a moment before he realized what he believed her intent was.
A glance at the control panel and the fields spring back into place, her arms around his body holding him close to her. Andiaas closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. The dial began to click quickly back to its maximum setting. Once more bathed in crackling sound, electricity surging round the room. But within Andiaas's arms, there was no pain. "You are strong master." He whispered against her jaw, pressing a little kiss there. CLICK! The power surges lashed out licking along his body. One by one the droids' circuits fried and pop around the room, the lights brighten ten fold to the point where he could feel them on his skin. His mouth widened into a broad smile.

"My anger towards Jedi and my passion for you make me withstand everything." Rising onto his toes, his arms sliding around her neck, he grinned. Her tongue licked his bottom lip before his teeth nipped lightly at it. His senses shoot open. Webs of lightning sparked and crackled through their depths. "Enough," he growled as the console shut off. "I love you Andiaas." Varadun sank down until his feet rested fully on the floor. He pressed his head to her chest and heard her heart beating as the rhythmic thumping pounded like the blood in his ears.

"And I you," She growled pulling him hard against her, one hand on his buttocks the other on his head. His mouth claimed hers. Sucking, licking and nibbling at her lips and tongue in a heated kiss that stole his breath and made him shake with passion. "Lesson over," Her hand caressing and stroking as she kissed his neck. "You're mine!"

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

In the vastness of Vur Tepe, Kiskla and Syn were isolated by comparison. Therefore, when exploring the depths of the galaxy on Tython with a fellow councillor, one didn't miss much.

Syn's relaxation took his mind and to travel back to some deep memories. Ones that Kiskla wasn't sure if her companion was cognizant he was sharing. A sort of darkness coiled about him, the kind that made the being trapped within her cuff antsy and want to swim through her veins. She denied Son such a pleasure, and continued to focus on her blade before her, while Syn's memories flashed about like a background noise.

In her deep concentration, Kiskla was reverted back to her own training, and the first time she had built her lightsaber. She'd gone to Ilum with her master and climbed the cliffs. He'd been faster than her, and waited for her at the peak. Once she managed to peek her head over the plateau, her nose had been met with a boot that kicked her back downward. She'd scrambled to not fall to her death. It had been memorable, to say the least. It contributed to her training to not trust even allies. The galaxy was a backstabbing place.

Around them, despite the heat from the lava, the image of soft white flakes rippled through The Force; mirroring the constant snow storms on Ilum. They were not a strongbox visual, but it was certainly an illusion of sorts that twisted in the knolls and flaws of the Force's current.



@[member="Syn"]

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

He drifted out of the memory and was brought back to the meditation, to the moment and he could sense the illusion. Unable to see it but feeling it as a snow storm, something he hadn't been expecting but was not against. It meant she was finding things to draw on and using all of it. Now to just pull it out so she could continue on when she was alone or with a few others. "Snow in a volcano. that is not something you see every day and it is quite a sight to others I imagine."

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

The knolls were exposed and she was twisting them.
Meanwhile, Syn would be able to hear the sounds of metal interacting with metal as her lightsaber twisted and shook with her machinations, slowly sliding back together. The pulse of the crystal mirrored the flow of her own blood, and the ebb of her breathing. They were unified, herself and her weapon, as she was with the current in this deep meditative state.

The snow didn't lessen.

"Any suggestions?" The blonde asked her temporary instructor. She wanted to go deeper. @[member="Syn"]

 

[Syn]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

He thought about it, there were things he couldn't think about and going deeper to make the illusion better had him thinking about it while the saber finished reassembling. The metal and weight coming to his hand in a moment while she focused on the white current and was looking around at his senses. Looking for the imperfections within it and he was searching for them with his senses. "To go deeper into the illusion you just do what you know, your mind has seen the snow. You have touched it, tasted it, sensed it. You need to put all of those memories into them and work to turn it into something real almost to all senses."