Rik Perris
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After his first student had decided to give being Jedi another go, it wasn't long before she left him again. Maybe he didn't slow down enough. Maybe she found a place that was better for her, because as far as he was aware, she was still training, just not with him.
How much more, really, could he slow down? Was this his fault, or simply a mismatch? What could he afford to change with the galactic landscape in no state to allow for the almost bucolic pace of training enjoyed in the later centuries of the ancient Republic? Maybe OJT wasn't suitable for everyone, but no matter the reasons, the Council... or the Force, saw fit to test him with another padawan that had a similar outlook — so said the Nautolan's file, and when Rik had read through the details, it sent a hand through his hair.
It felt like he was being tested. With his history between the Lightsworn and the Foundation, might be that was true.
Or could be he was reading too much into it.
"Alright, then." That was acceptance, and that was that. There'd be no beating around the bush. "Let's meet this kid."
He was good with kids, right? Yeah.
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The Meditation Summit
Shiraya's Sanctuary
Next morning, at the crack of dawn
If there was one thing everyone learned eventually when getting to know him, it was that Jedi Knight Rik Perris woke early and attended to the start of his day with a nigh-militaristic discipline. He had jogged his way up when the sky was just starting to give up the night, and the brisk summit air of morning in mid to late spring washed the sleep out of him along with the physical effort.
After that, it was no thing to keep himself warm one way or another if he had need. There was no guarantee that Oryn had learned those lessons yet, but he would if that was the case. There were many pieces to adaptability, and the ability to draw on the Force to regulate body temperature was the easiest one to teach, but that wasn't the initial intent, this day. Cool air was a far better sharpener of focus than some stimulants, whether the boy might curse him for the early hour or the temperature, or not.
There was only one way to find out how his new Padawan felt about any of it.
Rik stood, looking out over the landscape, letting his breathing slow as he waited for the Nautolan to arrive. This was one of many awe-inspiring landscapes he had seen over the the more than two decades that he'd been a Jedi, but that fact didn't do much to minimise how it felt to look at any of them, because out of various reasons, it painted the illusion of peace, even when true peace was in short supply.
