Needed Rest | Silver Jedi (Kashyyyk, Open)

[Minch]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsYa4eZfqIU

He was back on Coruscant. The duracrete dust-filled air made it hard to breathe. He called weakly for help. Nothing. Just an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia and mounting despair as the pressure pinned him down in the darkness of disaster.

Minch opened his eyes and looked out the window of this meditation room. It was beautiful outside, sunny. Perhaps the warm sun and fresh, earthen air of Kashyyyk would be better than staying inside, for his mind would only wander dangerously from the still, quiet nature of this room.

Minch rose to his feet and padded along at his small pace. He was in no great hurry. He exited out of the Great Hall and tread along the path towards the temple garden. Temple Guards paced or stood watch, students hurried to their classes and Jedi of all ranks stopped to meditate or enjoy a moment's respite before continuing their duty.

Minch finally came to a halt next to the water's edge of the lake and sat down. He pulled aside his robe and fished around in his little snack pouch for his last slice of bread. He began picking it apart and tossing bits into the water. Colorful fish dashed to the surface to snatch the soggy bread in a mouthful of water. More appeared and their scales played a gleeful, twinkling dance thanks to the sun's light.

*hmmm...*

A low, contemplative grumble rose quietly from Minch's throat. He upended the open snack pouch over the water to allow the last of the crumbs to fall to the eager fish. When he was finished, the fish continued swimming in mass near the surface before they realized the food source was gone. They soon dispersed and there was no sign of them anymore.

Minch clipped his pouch back to his belt, under his robe, put one hand on his left knee and his other hand on his chin. He stared out over the waters in deep thought, losing notice of those around him.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

In her tan trousers, boots and white training vest, Stephanie knelt by the Silver Lake nestled in the foot of the mountains by the Rest, surrounded by towering trees and glistening in the sun.

Stephanie hadn’t taken much time for respite, but following the unprovoked attack by the Sith Empire and the following clean-up operation, spirits were still high around the Order. They came together; all areas of the Order, and defended their home and their world from those who hoped to stoke the ambers of fear.

Now, peace had fallen in the system but the Silver Jedi was still on amber alert, and their allies were also wary of being too complacent now the ugly monster had reared its head.

Washing her hands in the water, she flicked back a loose strand of her hair, now growing to its usual length as it had been before the Sith had hacked it off. The water was warm and she felt the current of the Force through it.

She also felt – and saw – another ripple, this time feeding fish. A small green being who was the same species as the legendary Master Jedi Yoda. Maybe he would have the same Force heritage and be this generation’s Yoda? She smiled and stood, walking over casually, hands dripping with water.

"Hello there," she said gently as not to startle the being. "Lovely day isn’t it?"

[member="Minch"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

The newly appointed Jedi Knight sat reclined in a window frame over looking the temple, adorned in the fancy Kimono she had purchased during the festival that the Silver Jedi order attended. The woman's pale hand genteelly caressing a one of the many flowers that dotted a blooming tree as a slight wind brushed against it foliage. It was a nice sight, an ever constant reminder of the beauty that nature brings, but also something different from the constant fighting and war that engulfed the galaxy, a small calm moment of serenity and self enjoyment.

It was hard to believe but a week or so ago the Sith Empire had attacked the peaceful world with the sole purpose of killing and destroying all that was here, one that failed just leaving many dead and wounded Sith troopers destroyed jungle and some casualties on the Jedi side. "I best enjoy this while I can, last not this will before once again battle takes up my time", looking around he gaze shifted from one tree to the next, admiring its pleasant look, but soon coming across another green figure, one she did not recognize.

The small being seeming to feed the fish that swam amoung the garden pond, in a short while [member="Stephanie Swail"] joining the small green Yoda looking individual, "If mother was here she would be in for a shock... but still a new face we have here, always nice". For now though she would not approach the two, content with themselves conversing, not wanting to be rude and being swamped by a welcoming party when trying to find peace and quite was not the most comfortable.

[member="Minch"]

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Visor dimming the light, rarely out of armor, today was a one off day where he wore clothes to move about in more easily. There was a lot to move after the attack, and repair, Ithiel was fetching and carrying, loading supplies and fixing up the temple defenses after the sith's incursion. He’d been off world, missed his chance to bloody himself against the Sith again. It’d come. Today he was an engineer.

Most of the Mandalorian Crusaders that had joined the Silver Jedi didn’t have a lot to say as they worked around the grounds, getting on with their tasks and not taking much of a break. He spoke more than a lot of them here, but that wasn’t saying much. Clan Verd had suffered a lot as of late. Ithiel was stoic, brooding about events, and training to control it. You could see the weight he carried inside of him. His family heritage that of strife and blood, and no less so in him.

Honest work helped. Being needed here helped. Called in his own way. Would he ever be a Jedi, who knows. Would he help the people who had given the crusaders shelter, yes. Passing a few Jedi gathering by the fish with a large crate in his hands, Ithiel nodded to them and began to setup a small water purifier to replace some of those they’d lost.

He had what amounted to a shed not far from here, keeping his tools in and was often about. Honest work keeping the grounds clear and defenses sharp. Placing his tools out in a row, Ithiel looked to [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] as he worked. Not seeming as stirred about the casualties, though they’d buried plenty of the crusader’s number and he’d said his goodbyes in a funeral this very morning. “Ma’am.” Looking calm as you like, until a small animal moved somewhere up in the tree's and his body tensed up like a fist. He'd never get used to Kashyyyk. Shaking off the sensation like a bad rash and getting back to fixing up the fountain. Soon to be fresh water right from where they were fishing for those walking by.

 

[Minch]

[member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Ithiel Verd"]

(Coma of exhaustion...)

He was startled, gently.

*Hmm?...Mmm....*

His throat undulated with the sound of curious surprise and then calm understanding.

"Indeed, a lovely day. For Kashyyyk, most typical. Yet, a gloom, there hangs, now. Not so untouchable, are we..."

His eyes looked back over the waters. He was finding it difficult to stay in tune with the Force right now. That was why he hadn't sensed anyone coming close to him. Certainly, he was able to attune to it, but, for many years, his faith had been in people and their goodness. Yet, people left or were rubbed out by evil, just as the Sith had come and taken away (and even lost) people. Minch had lost people before, but it was still difficult to stomach the lengths that evil would go to in order to please itself and the cost of life it was willing to wreak.

Another thing that unsettled Minch was that he felt mostly helpless in the face of all these powerful individuals. He bore no weapon nor knew advanced techniques in the Force. His sole desire was to bring about peace, equilibrium, but he had been around long enough to recognize how easily that goal can turn into a traditional lust for power. Therefore was the conundrum: to seek power or to not seek power. Minch was struggling with the age-old questions of answering violence with violence, what must the cost be to service the greater good if the smaller good is turned aside, how does one walk the higher path when the Dark Side surrounds, etc.

Many big things were running through that small mind.

"Consider these fish. Beautiful, they are, and add positively to an ecosystem, they do. Yet, come only when you have something to offer. Leave when you don't. Evil and selfish, you might consider these fish. However, only works, that line of thinking, when we apply ego and assumption. Assume that our personal desires and position are superior to other life, we should not. Be like Sith, we should never."

Minch stood to his feet.

"Hungry, I am. Need meat."

He slowly started to walk his short legs towards the Mess Hall.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

The gardens was slowly congregating more and more people over time, this time of day being either relaxation hour or work time, for one man such being the latter, Sukai observing him as they went to work carrying supplies and other tools around, a rather busy looking individual. As such she was a bit surprised the man took time from his daily labor to speak with her, uttering the just one word, but one of respect, carrying more meaning then a simple greeting.

She gave a small greeting bow, standing up from the reclined position she held moment ago, "Hello there, how do you today, meeting before we have not, are you new here"? Even though the relocation happened a few months ago many things where still being built on the planet for the Jedi, new people arriving here and there, most from the neighboring governments, all banding together in helping one another. "I suppose I shall introduce myself first, my name I Sukai'ito Yumi, Jedi knight at your service".

Well Jedi was a stretch, as it stood Sukai was still a grey, a dabbler in the dark side here and there, the term Jedi could not really be applied to her, but a title was a title, and also showed her rank and skill to others. She wondered how the man would respond to her rather formal greeting, if nee be she could just act casual, but first impressions and all. [member="Ithiel Verd"]

[member="Minch"] [member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

The forests were pretty and walking through the to a... gathering as it were was different. She generally stayed in the shadows away from others, away from jedi or well force users in general. It was a lot easier to hide if you weren't advertising that you were that you were working to hide. She slid the trench coat on and the blue grey style that was made from synthmesh and skylar with the smokestone lining. Enhancing her abilities of battle meditation like she used at Gyndine for the republic. THis served a stronger purpose but she never showed a lightsaber with her fingers slipping around the lipstick casing just in case. THe protective weapon was to keep her safe but she walked around the room and could see a few jedi that she did not know who they were.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Varindar took a book to the beach, wearing that new racing swimsuit, oblivious to [member="Minch"], [member="Ayumi Pallopides"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] or even [member="Ithiel Verd"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], and it was an obscure book containing knowledge of an equally obscure topic, by today's Jedi standards: submarine warfare. Although she took up that book from the library mostly out of curiosity, driven by her sense of confidence when in the water, both while skimming the surface and underwater. For some reason, quietness is important when operating submarines, so soundproofing was crucial, but wouldn't any projectile launch create some noise, if only briefly? she thought, upon reading the chapter on the threats to submarines. Sure, Varindar might have been out of her depth when it came to submarine warfare at this stage, just that she would need time to understand where she fit, but at first glance it was nothing like aerial warfare. And yet she suspected that only a handful of occasions and planets would actually call for submarine warfare, namely planets that are oceanic in nature. Speaking of oceanic planets, it was suggested that she would join a campaign on such a planet if it came to that.

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] “Been around a spell.” Ithiel said. “Mostly out on the rim.” He was new enough at the temple. After the old crusaders fell and as far as he knew his father died, he’d stayed in the background. Some of them had not got word to move straight away when the call came. "Took us longer to get here."

He finished moving a heavy box around and wiped his hands down on his pants. “Ithiel Verd.” He extended a wrist to shake. Which was his way. Firmly hand to wrist. Of Verd was implied, because he didn’t mention another clan. Ithiel rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. “Initiate.” He hadn’t got used to saying padawan and didn’t give up the old traditions easily.

“Been with the order long?” Ithiel asked, turning himself to her fully. The visor giving him a dimmer view of her, his loose fitting clothes and body covered in the days work, grease, fluid, dirt and whatever else he’d trudged through. Rest to Ithiel was like saying, now you get to repair the stuff that you broke last week. His physique while youthful and strong was tiring, because he didn't know the meaning of rest.

The view of the temple was something from here. The young Mandalorian took it all in. Then another animal shifted somewhere behind them and he flinched. Looking back to see if she noticed, he knelt back at the water purifier and picked up a tool.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

So not new, well not brand new, just someone she hand yet to meet properly, though from what he said at the end the man was not alone, herself letting out a small quizzical hum, akin to someone thinking. Reaching forward her own hand became clasped in his, Sukai more then understanding the different greeting each culture and race had, returning a firm but gentle squeeze back as the two's arms shook up and down in sync with one another. Still a little but sweaty but she had been exposed to worse in the past, "Well Verd-sama, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am going to guess you are a full blooded mandorian"?

Just a little check, these day more and more people where being adopted into Mando clans regardless of their race and past, as long as they proved themselves useful, some with stricter rules then other. "You say initiate, you are force sensitive yes? Well the more the merrier I say, hope you have a wonderful time here among the Jedi", a time that would have its fair share of battle and hardships, so nothing new to a Mando.

As in regards to how long she had been here, well that was tricky, patting out her long Kimono Sukai once again reclined, this time on a bench side rock, placing a hand against her chin while recollecting the different memories. "I have been an actual member for around a year, but before that I did often train among the Silver Jedi, more of a nomad then anything else, if taking that into account you could say I have been here for two years". It was a rather odd way to join the order, herself more or less just hanging around until everyone seemed to know her before finally gaining a teacher. "May I ask how you came to be in the order Verd"?

[member="Ithiel Verd"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Ayumi Pallopides"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Minch"]

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Oh boy, I must be grateful to have another swimsuit than this bikini I've got for those oceanic-planet campaigns, much like the suit Elianne wore back in those days in the pool, she thought, after reading a few more pages into this book, while realizing that maybe, with the help of the Force, she would be able to survive a dive to the depths one can safely engage other submarines from. However, the portion she currently read about how submarines are used differently by factions depending on whether or not the planet has significant landmasses: submarine-vs-submarine action was next to nonexistent on planets with landmasses, where stealth insertions from oceanic areas could be done on a small scale, or, in an invasion, hitting coastal areas to soften up enemy defenses for ground assault (for the attacker), or carrying out seaborne interdiction (for the defender). On the other hand, if one was on a planet like Kamino, then submarine-vs-submarine action was the bread-and-butter of submarine warfare, using methods that were akin to what is today known as fleeting in a spaceborne context.

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

“No.” Ithiel answered [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]. “That time will come.” He’d not been bloodied yet in battle, and so couldn’t claim to be a full bloodied mandalorian, much as the young Verd wanted that honor. Along with the honor of being called a Jedi, which he still thought he had to earn, stubborn in that way. Balancing that mandalorian heritage with being a Jedi would be a challenge, one he was often thinking about, it concerned him.

This was the most anyone had spoken to him since he got here. Nobody really knew how to take Ithiel. He was still discovering who he was. Which before this was called, “An initiate. Yeah. I want to serve beside the Jedi.” Nobody had trained or taken him on yet, he was doing the work he could to keep useful, preferring to keep busy. It hadn’t left him much time for training or studying how to actually be a Jedi.

“Serving with the Jedi. What’s it been like?” Ithiel asked her. Keen to know what she thought of her duty and time here. When she asked him of how he came to be in the order, that was a harder question, and it showed in how long he took to answer. “The Mandalore was murdered.” His father, but he kept that to himself. Not killed in battle, not faced one on one but murdered, at least that’s what the young verd was told. “His crusaders looked for a home and some honor. We came here,” and they’d stayed since then.

Ithiel placed the tools down and smacked his hands together. He had wanderlust, home was where he put his hat. Right now. It was here, fixing up this water purifier, and as it came to life he had done his duty for the day. A half grin on his face. “How about you. How did you join?” He turned to her fully, and sat up on a tree trunk opposite.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]​

 

[Minch]

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Before continuing on, he turned back to [member="Stephanie Swail"] and said politely,

"Ah. A rude mistake, I have made. Minch, I am. A pleasure, it has been."

With that, he turned back towards his intended destination and continued onwards.

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Minch walked away from the end of the lunch line, happily toting his two cups of "Ambiguous Meat Surprise". He ignored the typical seating of benches, chairs and assorted tables for the low, sweeping window ledge that would be easy for him to crawl on top of and look out upon the lake from. He set his two cups down on the foot tall ledge, crawled on top himself, settled into a meditative sitting position and then started to partake in his meal.

The protein concoction in these two cups might be described by other races as "messy and distasteful", but the small, carnivorous species that Minch belonged to held no qualms about it. In fact, if Minch ever became desperate enough, he would even be fine with eating a live fish. However, such behavior was unnecessary and even unnerving in the eyes of the less culturally learned here at Silver's Rest. There was no regular need to display what could be seen as "overly aggressive for a Jedi".

He contentedly munched, chewed and slurped down the meaty stew and it wasn't long before he'd exhausted both cups' reserves. He wiped his mouth and became quiet. He said not a word, but continued to think and think upon how to make the best use of his time for today.

*hmmmmm...* His throat grumbled slowly, thoughtfully.

There was something nagging at him. It had been softly hounding him since the Battle for Kashyyyk. He finally decided it was best to go and pay the ruined fields a visit to gain some closure. He got up, deposited his cups in the correct receptacle and gathered himself for a little journey before he went outside and left Silver Rest.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Ahh so still unblooded, or unproven in battle, though Sukai had a slight bias against the Mandalorian people and their current empire she respected the warrior culture. It had a likeness to the Riben-Jin she was apart of and seeking honor in combat, the whole concept of it being central to their way of life and sort of half way between Echani fighting culture and Mando warrior society.

"Well you are doing a fine job so far, nice to have people around to fix things up, you need a hand with anything", she was not the most mechanical person around, but Sukai was confident there was some way to help the laboring man. "As for what it has been like, well, very mixed", depended on what master one got or assignments really but she could sum it up. "It is enjoyable once you get to know everyone, we have a descend amount of combat assignments if you have already guessed, peace keeping and diplomacy, humanitarian as well as expanding our borders to nearby worlds". "Basically there is something for everyone".

The conversation took a sudden turn at the mans mention of his father and, 'best not talk about it now' stuff, losing a loved one even in a battle hardened state of mind was still tough to deal with. She wanted to offer some comfort be refrained, walking a little closer as the man finished up his small repairs, returning the question on membership, "Me well back when still on Voss I often visited the temple, trained here and there but did not become a member". "Eventually with the formation of the Sith Empire and I applied for proper membership, undergoing a small entrance test, though gaining a master was more me just running into them one day in place of proper assignment".

[member="Ithiel Verd"]

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

“My duty,” Ithiel remarked casually. Finishing securing the purifiers struts firmly into the earth. He didn’t feel proud yet of his accomplishments, a heavy burden on the young padawn to prove himself still. “Thanks.” He added as she offered to join him. Hearing her approach closer, he could use the company. Picking up his tools and placing them in a box, he heaved it up in his arms and moved them to the first soon-to-be water tank nearby. A few paces to her side and in a less obvious place. Taking care not to brush her with his arms or the box as he moved.

Kneeling down against the metal drum, “hold this please.” He tapped the side of the tank, so she could hold it in place, using the force or with her own grip, it was all the same. “What are they like.” Ithiel asked. “They stand beside you. Come when called, even when the odds aren’t in their favor?” All questions on Silver’s nature for Ithiel to reflect on. He didn’t hold back on pretense. Even if these questions were asked like was reading from the Mandalorian text-book, he was still young and impressionable.

Putting a tool in his mouth as he worked, hammering away to get the base for the tank secure. He was calmer than you’d think about losing his father. It was expected that being a Mandalore or even a regular mandalorian he would have been bested one day. That rationalisation was the young Verd’s way of dealing, then brooding about it for days when it came up. He placed his tools down and leaned back to see if things were square. "That look good to you?"

Teachers. He'd not even introduced himself to one.

“Hear that’s how it is with teachers. Right place. Right time.” Working methodically much like his mother would have taught him. Ithiel had a lot of good gene’s and all their flaws woven into them to come. “What have you learned from them?” He wiped the sweat off his forehead, replacing it with a lick of grease, and looking up at her. Clan Yumi were alright. She got a clear smile, then the Verd went back to working the tank.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]​

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Just because I have some skill as a swimmer, doesn't mean I can actually be good at waging submarine warfare, yet the Order saw fit to attempt grooming me for submarine warfare. I hope they are OK with potentially having a Jor Drakas type of situation... Oh: it was best not to do submarine-powered seaborne interdiction without surface or aerial elements for support, she thought, upon reading a little further about how to use submarine warfare on planets with landmasses, such as Kashyyyk, Trandosha and others. That was going to be a new arena of warfare to her, going into uncharted territory. Understandably, she would be nervous if she was actually going to fight, but she has no idea what to expect going in. Throwing bodies into the fray just because they possess a skill or knowledge that may come in handy in a related situation doesn't guarantee that they'll come out of it alright: one only needs to look at people like Jor Drakas - he might have had some talent with a lightsaber, but he was a horrible general, losing both Kaer Orbital Platform and Sarapin to the Confederates in the Clone Wars.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Though relatively calm a small aura of uncertainty swirled around the young unblooded as he finished up working on the water filter, easily being picked up by herself, she could only guess what sort of mental weight was being carried by the young Mando. Unfortunately, Sukai was not the best therapist, often when not one was around relating her pent-up emotion into the force via violent means, though fortunately not having done so for a while, best she could do was just provide company.

Following close behind, lifting her hands slightly to keep the water tank in place as the conversation continued, "Are they loyal and come even in troubled times? yes". "Unfortunately, there are those that fall to the dark side and those that leave, but there are just as many that return from the shrouded grip of the Sith, those that are of the ones changed have a very first standing in the light and our order". Memory to Jerit a fellow Padawan as well as another knight that left, shooting another Padawan in the process, almost killing them, it was troubling times, but the SJO stayed strong through it all.

At the Mandos words she lightly let go of the tank, everything seemed to be fine, from her technical view, though not a master mechanic had basic skills in that area, more so then some, but more towards ships and droids not water filters. "What have I learned from my master? A lot, I have almost mastered the art of telekinesis due to her, though unorthodox, focused training, a good amount of one on one things as well as field work in exploration", having found a nice artefact on their last outing. "I am sure in time you will be assigned to a master, perhaps even a person of knight rank, mainly due to the influx of Padawan we had of recent", she replied giving a warm smile as he finished up on the tank.

[member="Ithiel Verd"]

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

The young Verd heard her well. That those she served with didn’t flinch when needed. Ithiel didn’t know much about falling to a side. Verd family history was bloody and full of strife. It gave him a hardness to it all. Despite the fact he was young.

“Takes courage to stand.” Ithiel sounded like was reciting a book, because he was. Still lacking the experience. For the crusaders he’d been off negotiating treaties in his father’s place, and the one challenge he’d had, he’d had to step away from until the time was right. “Costs more to walk away.” Lot of pride. Lot of what he was. That much he knew was real.

The pipes were connected and pressure fitted, turned off for now. He took out the tap and started fitting it to the fountain closer to the garden in full view. The tank well hidden, but the fountain out on display. Simple but catching to the eye all the same. He bent down, turned it on and filled his hands with a drop of the liquid that was being filtered, taking a drink and turning it off. It tasted fresh.

“Maybe you can show me.” Ithiel looked up at her through the visor, then back to his work on the tap. He wasn’t much for letting others decide his fate, or leaving it to chance. “How about a padawan of your own?” He smiled and rubbed his hands on his trousers, cleaning himself up. “That is. If you can handle it.” He half grinned. Wouldn’t be easy, nothing worth doing ever was. Extending his hand.

He’d not think less of her if she said no. Big commitment. He was independent enough that training wouldn’t be an issue, and being a crusader his time would always be split. Moving away from the fountain, he left it clear if she wanted a drink. “Fair warning. My clan is complicated.” If it made any difference.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]​

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

She listened to the mans short but wise like words, each carrying more meaning then it seemed, "courage yes, but trust, conviction and hope as well, all of those combined make a stable shield able to resist even the hardest of dilemmas". It was that reasoning why the Jedi were able tho stay active despite all the opposition they faced, internal and external alike, the spirit of veterans and masters alike never wavering, no matter how much slander the Sith threw at them for being weak.

Sukai stood idly to the side as Verd finished up his small repairs, giving a small clap of the hands, "that is a nice job, but when say 'maybe you can show me' do you mean how my mater trained me"? If so she would need to borrow Wu's training aid if said mando wanted the exact same treatment, maybe a few of those droids, though something told Sukai that the mando would not be, but the more pressing matter was him asking for her to be a teacher, well that was what she assumed judging from his tone of voice.

"A Padawan of my own? well I have never thought of that, I know there is a shortage of masters, but I have only recently become a knight, I- I do not know if I am ready for a student of my own". It was at time like this she wished mother where here, the woman being a master herself and more then capable of taking on a Mando as a student, but alas Kurenai was often preoccupied with her current student and responsibilities under the CIS. "I will think about it, no promises though, okay". It was the best she could do at this current time, 'guess I need to study harder'.

[member="Ithiel Verd"]

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

To stand embodied all of those. Ithiel understood what she meant, and didn’t need to answer. Nodding and thinking.

How to train. “Yeah. Sounds right.” Ithiel said, having no firm idea. “Rites of passage, trials?” Trying to get a handle on how the Jedi Order handled its business. He’d heard whispers but nothing concrete. Ready to take on the galaxy but also study it first. He leaned over and took another handful of water from the fountain, washing his neck and face to get rid of the grease.

Shaking the water off. “Don’t need an answer today.” Ithiel assured her. Sitting back up on a tree trunk and taking in the view. He was looking for structural weaknesses to the temple proper, and things he could improve upon. That was as close as he came to sightseeing in his off time. Always carrying the mindset.

“You’re alright Yumi.” Better company than Khia that was for damn sure. The crusaders were good in a fight but surly in the locker room. "Any reading you suggest?" Might as well start somewhere, and he needed his next book to study.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]​