The Hair Knight
A number of things had weighed on Jerek’s mind over the past several months, most of them coinciding with his participation at Ossus. He couldn’t deny that he had felt troubled before that, but between bringing back the Sith boy Micah and kindling a relationship with Allya, yet another Sith, the padawan had begun to feel uncertain about his place among the galaxy. His drive to obtain a master again was part of that, hoping that the familiar would help reorient his internal compass.
Yet Jerek did not seek out familiar masters. In truth, there were few for him to reach out to, most of those whose wisdom he had once trusted were scattered to the winds of the galaxy, either by choice or by circumstance. Instead, the youth tried to find a Jedi Master who had willingly admitted his own fall to the darkside, and had embraced it as part of his character. An infallible Jedi armed with platitudes was not someone that Jerek needed right now, but perhaps someone like [member="Veiere Arenais"] could help him.
Silver Rest was a massive complex, even larger than the Ossus Academy Jerek had grown up at, but it still had its common haunts for Jedi Masters to be found. When they weren’t meditating in seclusion or meeting behind closed doors, most generally tried to be accessible to other Jedi. So it didn’t take more than a handful of conversations with those around the Silver Rest for the padawan to pinpoint Master Arenais’ location and head to him.
The boy had many questions he wanted to ask, but there was one foremost on his mind. One thing that seemed to drive his existence at the moment, to the point that thinking about it made him ache. It felt like a void inside him, and he had tried to fill it. He tried to fill it by taking Micah under his inexperienced tutelage, to try to point the boy towards a guiding light in the Force. He tried to fill it after having stumbled into a relationship with a Sith girl, and offering Allya morals she never seemed to have learned. He tried to fill it by requesting a master to train him at last, to fulfill the knighthood he had yearned for ever since he was a child.
His uncertainty swallowed all of that and still hungered for more.
So the question that he came to ask of Master Arenais, once he was finally able to locate the man and gain his attention, was rather simple, yet held the utmost importance to him. ”Master, how do I know if I’m supposed to be a Jedi?”
Yet Jerek did not seek out familiar masters. In truth, there were few for him to reach out to, most of those whose wisdom he had once trusted were scattered to the winds of the galaxy, either by choice or by circumstance. Instead, the youth tried to find a Jedi Master who had willingly admitted his own fall to the darkside, and had embraced it as part of his character. An infallible Jedi armed with platitudes was not someone that Jerek needed right now, but perhaps someone like [member="Veiere Arenais"] could help him.
Silver Rest was a massive complex, even larger than the Ossus Academy Jerek had grown up at, but it still had its common haunts for Jedi Masters to be found. When they weren’t meditating in seclusion or meeting behind closed doors, most generally tried to be accessible to other Jedi. So it didn’t take more than a handful of conversations with those around the Silver Rest for the padawan to pinpoint Master Arenais’ location and head to him.
The boy had many questions he wanted to ask, but there was one foremost on his mind. One thing that seemed to drive his existence at the moment, to the point that thinking about it made him ache. It felt like a void inside him, and he had tried to fill it. He tried to fill it by taking Micah under his inexperienced tutelage, to try to point the boy towards a guiding light in the Force. He tried to fill it after having stumbled into a relationship with a Sith girl, and offering Allya morals she never seemed to have learned. He tried to fill it by requesting a master to train him at last, to fulfill the knighthood he had yearned for ever since he was a child.
His uncertainty swallowed all of that and still hungered for more.
So the question that he came to ask of Master Arenais, once he was finally able to locate the man and gain his attention, was rather simple, yet held the utmost importance to him. ”Master, how do I know if I’m supposed to be a Jedi?”