Jedi Number 5 and counting... (Lok)

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alderaan, Location Unspecific

Alexandra sat back on the stone that lay half way across the wide river that was about forty meters wide, her hands behind her head as she looked up at the sky on the large circular stone. Her eyes following the Alderaanian clouds as the glided slowly over head, casting down shadows upon the river and the forest that lined its banks, it was peace and quiet... minus the roar of the waterfall that was, it was peace and quiet minus that.

She wore pure white robes with a similarly pure white cloak and hood that at the time remained down, her hair remained pulled up and collected in an intricate design. A style she had done by accident one day but found it had both the functionality of remaining out of her eyesight and still looked normal. Her sabers remained beside her own the stone and after a few moments she started to whistle as it was a normal day.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Sweat beaded down into the eyes of the young Valkyr. One. Two. Three. The numbers kept ticking in his head as even more of the fluids dribbled down his nose before crashing down into the dirt beneath his fingers. Seven. More push-ups. This damned temperature change thing was becoming annoying, and didn't seem to even get slightly better as he spent more time in environments like this. Twelve. His nostrils flared as he snuffed at the thick air, exhaling sharply through his mouth as he continued to pump out push-up after push-up. Seventeen.

Eighteen.

Nineteen.

Twenty.

"Twenty one.." Lok's voice faltered as he counted aloud, startling even himself at the sound of his hoarse voice. It wasn't that the man lacked the physical capacity, but rather used extreme training and endurance courses like this to allow his body to get used to the climate of worlds unlike Midvinter. He almost never saw snow or felt the cold chill of a frigid wind rip through his outer layer of clothing. If he were to adorn himself in such clothing, he wouldn't even last half of a minute. Twenty Eight. Press harder, Lok! His very bones and muscles screamed at him as he neared the breaking point. Thirty!

And with that, he loosened his muscles and dropped into the soil with a plop. Running three miles, doing upper body training, and then doing a little studying. Yep, his day was full of concentration and work.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra looked around, suddenly realizing the presence she had missed somehow...oh well, a little investigating wouldn't hurt. With that she stood and brought her blades to her hands before heading towards the forest, following the signature slowly until she came upon one [member="Lok Jorunn"] who was laying on the ground. "Hello...?" She stood there and watched him with a careful gaze, her eyes studying him for a few moments, trying to figure out if she had seen him before or not.