Jedi Master
The world of Kashyyyk had always been among Sol'yan's favorite places to visit. The majestic Worshyr trees were a majesty to behold compared to any world, and the villages built high up into the trees' branches gave the aged Jedi a sense of a simpler time. The Wookiees themselves were a noble race, peppered with hardship and perseverance since time immemorial, but nonetheless hospitable and generous of themselves. He always found peace here, particularly at the temple of the Silver Jedi. The planet itself seemed to have a unique energy within the force, teeming with life. But he was not here simply for personal reflection. No, those days were long gone, when he chose a life of exile. Now, he had duties that needed tending to. He had spent too much of his life hiding from the galaxy, focusing on his own internal demons and turmoil. The time to place them behind him had long passed, and it was time to make amends in whatever way that he could. For starters, he joined the ranks of the Silver Jedi, who stoically stood in the face of great evils which revealed themselves to the galaxy. When he re-emerged, it was the Bryn'adul. Now, it was the Brotherhood of the Maw.
While he hardly considered himself a soldier, he was not afraid to fight in the defense of others, and had done so on more than a few occasions over the past few decades. While he was able and willing to continue doing so, he knew full well that such a course was not in and of itself enough. The galaxy needed more heroes to defend itself in the face of what evil attempted to subdue it, and those heroes needed training from those who already acted in its defense. While he would not be so bold as to say he was the wisest, the strongest, or the most capable Jedi, he knew he was more than up to the task of imparting the ideals of what it meant to be one. That was why he finally acceded to the council's request that he take on an apprentice. He had given much thought as to the best way to do so, as he had never before taken an apprentice in the century and a half he had lived thus far. Some masters simply stumbled across their apprentices in their travels, while others reviewed prospects from afar - observing their ratings from masters who resided in the temple to preside over group training and classes. While he saw some merit in perhaps reviewing such records briefly, his experiences had taught him that one could not always trust 'reports' or rumors. He put far more stock in meeting people face to face; feeling their aura within the force, and analyzing their motivations with his own powers of discernment. This was why a particular pupil stood apart from the rest in his eyes.
Ara Sheridan was known to be a trouble maker within Silver's Rest. From what parts of her record he did review, she was known to get into fights, having a laissez-faire attitude at best, and a belligerent attitude at worst when it came to authority. But instead of being a total miscreant through and through, she did show very high marks in her studies and class activities. Most masters may simply dismiss such things, instead focusing on her apparent lack of regard for the tenants set forth in the Jedi Code. {Passion, yet Serenity came to mind as Sol'yan mused over his recollection of her file for the last time prior to landing his craft onto a hanger pad of the temple. Without even meeting her, he could seemingly already sense a passion for something, yet unbridled and needing direction so as to achieve true serenity in life. He had not as of yet full decided as to whether she was the one he wished to choose, but he had decided that he wanted to meet her. From what he understood, she spent a lot of her time within the hanger bay of the temple when she was not in class, working on speeders and tinkering with all manner of machinery. What better place to meet her for the first time then when she was engaging in an activity she enjoyed? Sol'yan exited his small craft and set foot, for the first time in a long time, on the surface of Kashyyyk within the temple grounds. He reached out with the force, and let his feet guide him as he searched for the young one. In short order, he indeed found her within the hangar, seemingly tinkering with a speeder; deeply focused on what she was doing.
He approached with a casual gait, his impressive form towering over the majority of people within the hangar save the occasional Wookiee who passed by. His brown robes were clean and well maintained, despite bearing the indications of being well worn over the years. The light blue tendrils falling from the back of his head were bundled together in a loose pony-tail of sorts, and his elongated light saber hung loosely on his belt. He placed a faint smile on his lips before speaking from behind her, a few paces away: "You must be Ara." He paused, as if to allow her to crane her head backward to see who was speaking to her. Whether she did or not, she continued: "I am Master Sol'yan. I wanted to speak with you if you have a moment, young one." His deep voice resonated through the area; not loudly, but deeply, with a rich texture not dissimilar to a well aged wine.
