The Eye of the Storm


Jonyna was always a bit of a wanderer. Maybe it was down to her tribal nature, but she loved to explore.
The Skytiger landed just on the edge of the endless savannah. The Great Plains were known pretty far and wide to her people, and a few tribes still called it home, the ancestral lands of the Cathar people.
Part of her wanted to visit the tribes as a sort of check-up. She had started doing these as the Denik Sage just to make sure the other local tribes weren't struggling. Today, it was the Lai Syaw tribe, the Cathar of the Fire Savannah. One that had burned down entirely by Mandalorian hands, but had regrown, and had become a symbol of rebirth in their culture.
"It'll be fine Dice. We'll be in and out in five minutes. I just need to meet with the Elder and give him a heads up about the monsoon season. This whole savannah is gonna become a flood plain if the feeling in the Force I'm getting is anything to go by."
The astromech let out a beeping concern, but Jonyna paused as they approached the village, made only of temporary huts and small teepees.
There was a jedi nearby. She could feel it.
Or at least....
Someone strong in the Light Side...