Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
Tython
Forest Near The Temple
There was no armor, no bracers,and no glove to cover his prosthetic forearm. The pair of electrum covered lightsabers sat on a stone about five meters away from where he was standing, reflecting the afternoon sun off of them. A light breeze threw leaves on to the shore, and into the water. Bare feet were covered in sand and water, his trousers rolled up to his knees as he stood out in the water. Any galactic concerns and missions were being shelved for the moment,and even the events on Tython weren't on the warriors mind. Instead, he was simply out on the edge of one of the many beautiful lakes adjusting the bait on his hook. Organic and mechanical hands worked in tandem as he set the bait, and with a flick of his wrist he cast his line far out from shore and watched as the floater just sat there for a little bit.
He wouldn't get any bites, the fish were on other end of the lake. Through the Force, he could feel these things in his field of responsibility. It didn't matter, he just wanted to be left alone for a while. All his normal possessions were far away, and he stood simply in a white shirt and some brown trousers. This was Darron Wraith the man, everything else could wait for a few hours while he fished. Wraith's senses were closed down, but he had left a note in the new GrandMaster's office upon his return. There was much to discuss with his old friend, and Darron needed to apologize for not being on Tython during the attack.
Or for being around much at all lately.
Reeling the line in was an exercise in patience, and his presence was alerted to the man who could hide from anyone if he so wished. "There's another rod on the stone next to my gear. The bait is in a box there too, will you bring me another...brother?"
@Je'gan Olra'en
Forest Near The Temple
There was no armor, no bracers,and no glove to cover his prosthetic forearm. The pair of electrum covered lightsabers sat on a stone about five meters away from where he was standing, reflecting the afternoon sun off of them. A light breeze threw leaves on to the shore, and into the water. Bare feet were covered in sand and water, his trousers rolled up to his knees as he stood out in the water. Any galactic concerns and missions were being shelved for the moment,and even the events on Tython weren't on the warriors mind. Instead, he was simply out on the edge of one of the many beautiful lakes adjusting the bait on his hook. Organic and mechanical hands worked in tandem as he set the bait, and with a flick of his wrist he cast his line far out from shore and watched as the floater just sat there for a little bit.
He wouldn't get any bites, the fish were on other end of the lake. Through the Force, he could feel these things in his field of responsibility. It didn't matter, he just wanted to be left alone for a while. All his normal possessions were far away, and he stood simply in a white shirt and some brown trousers. This was Darron Wraith the man, everything else could wait for a few hours while he fished. Wraith's senses were closed down, but he had left a note in the new GrandMaster's office upon his return. There was much to discuss with his old friend, and Darron needed to apologize for not being on Tython during the attack.
Or for being around much at all lately.
Reeling the line in was an exercise in patience, and his presence was alerted to the man who could hide from anyone if he so wished. "There's another rod on the stone next to my gear. The bait is in a box there too, will you bring me another...brother?"
@Je'gan Olra'en