Location: Annaj, Adair Estate
Time: Dawn
It could be said that the daughter of Ashin Varanin and Spencer Jacobs feared nothing, and observances from multiple sources could support this, but if there was one thing that might cause her the slightest drop of anxiety, it was the duty, the responsibility that came with being a Knight of most any order of force-sensitives: passing knowledge on to her juniors - and this was hardly a judgement on age, which could make things considerably stranger. Ibaris had been tasked with beginning to learn the ropes of teaching, by none other than her mother... and some master back at the J.A.N.
Well, technically she'd already done some teaching, but giving Liam the skills to read and write was a completely different animal when faced with giving a learnin' to someone she didn't know from the back-end of a k'lor'slug. Still, the thought made her wrinkle her nose. Why couldn't Liam be a Jedi? Because the Force was unpredictable, that's why. Well, at least she could choose where to make this training happen, and there was no place more comfortable than the world that she still considered her dirtside home, the once-capital of the long-dead Fringe Confederacy that she had been raised in. The forces of the One Sith edged closer with each passing day, but her home was still untouched for now.
At one point, having been made aware of the connection between Beastia Blackthorne and Mister Adair, the latter had offered the use of the facilities of his deep-forest home on Annaj, and it wasn't until now that she had decided to take him up on the offer, when she knew for a fact that he wasn't home. She wondered what [member="Lorieth Faeryn"] would think of being near and almost in the home of one of the less-obvious Sith Lords in the galaxy. She knew the Sith Lord himself would take no offense, so long as her business was kept out of the house proper, when it had to do with Jedi. It was strangely absent of the degree of darkside presence that you would expect from such a place - perhaps Mister Adair never exerted much of his power, here? - so maybe she wouldn't say a thing. Maybe she should be more curious about whether the student entrusted to her for today would even be able to find the place. It used to be that the average Jedi had to avoid this region of space, mostly thanks to the mistakes of some members of a certain, supposedly galactic governmental entity. Not that it mattered to her. Not that any of that mattered anymore.
She sat on a carved stump of wood along a broad outer side of the walled training grounds attached to the secluded estate, carving a staff on a whim and mulling over projects in her mind, her longtime canine companion resting his snout on her thigh.
"I don't think we'll have much longer before it becomes harder for this world to be called home, Adas," she said, to which the Barkspawn gave a short whine in reply, "I know, but the Peregrine is pretty much home by now, anyway, right? And Sullust. Maybe the Alliance can make Annaj home again. Maybe they can prevent the worst from happening. That's the reason closest to my heart for being in it and fighting the good fight, boy."
Her eyes flicked up, looking out into the trees, then she went back to carving.
"You could have stayed with Liam," she reminded him, and Adas snorted, "but you wanted to come home, huh? Well, maybe after we're done here, we can really go home. You know, while we still can."
And she waited, carving away.
Time: Dawn
It could be said that the daughter of Ashin Varanin and Spencer Jacobs feared nothing, and observances from multiple sources could support this, but if there was one thing that might cause her the slightest drop of anxiety, it was the duty, the responsibility that came with being a Knight of most any order of force-sensitives: passing knowledge on to her juniors - and this was hardly a judgement on age, which could make things considerably stranger. Ibaris had been tasked with beginning to learn the ropes of teaching, by none other than her mother... and some master back at the J.A.N.
Well, technically she'd already done some teaching, but giving Liam the skills to read and write was a completely different animal when faced with giving a learnin' to someone she didn't know from the back-end of a k'lor'slug. Still, the thought made her wrinkle her nose. Why couldn't Liam be a Jedi? Because the Force was unpredictable, that's why. Well, at least she could choose where to make this training happen, and there was no place more comfortable than the world that she still considered her dirtside home, the once-capital of the long-dead Fringe Confederacy that she had been raised in. The forces of the One Sith edged closer with each passing day, but her home was still untouched for now.
At one point, having been made aware of the connection between Beastia Blackthorne and Mister Adair, the latter had offered the use of the facilities of his deep-forest home on Annaj, and it wasn't until now that she had decided to take him up on the offer, when she knew for a fact that he wasn't home. She wondered what [member="Lorieth Faeryn"] would think of being near and almost in the home of one of the less-obvious Sith Lords in the galaxy. She knew the Sith Lord himself would take no offense, so long as her business was kept out of the house proper, when it had to do with Jedi. It was strangely absent of the degree of darkside presence that you would expect from such a place - perhaps Mister Adair never exerted much of his power, here? - so maybe she wouldn't say a thing. Maybe she should be more curious about whether the student entrusted to her for today would even be able to find the place. It used to be that the average Jedi had to avoid this region of space, mostly thanks to the mistakes of some members of a certain, supposedly galactic governmental entity. Not that it mattered to her. Not that any of that mattered anymore.
She sat on a carved stump of wood along a broad outer side of the walled training grounds attached to the secluded estate, carving a staff on a whim and mulling over projects in her mind, her longtime canine companion resting his snout on her thigh.
"I don't think we'll have much longer before it becomes harder for this world to be called home, Adas," she said, to which the Barkspawn gave a short whine in reply, "I know, but the Peregrine is pretty much home by now, anyway, right? And Sullust. Maybe the Alliance can make Annaj home again. Maybe they can prevent the worst from happening. That's the reason closest to my heart for being in it and fighting the good fight, boy."
Her eyes flicked up, looking out into the trees, then she went back to carving.
"You could have stayed with Liam," she reminded him, and Adas snorted, "but you wanted to come home, huh? Well, maybe after we're done here, we can really go home. You know, while we still can."
And she waited, carving away.
