panacea
Amani didn't make much of a habit out of heading to the Inner Rim these days, but suffice to say, recent events had given her reason enough to start trying something new. The once-Jedi had long since made peace with the possibility of continuing on with a 'normal' life; There had been no signs of the Force ever returning to her, not since she came crawling back from her pull to the dark side. Nothing. Until a few weeks ago, when a moment of panic transcended into an awakening. And for that briefest of moments, Amani Serys felt the Force's call once again.
But it was just that. Brief. Fleeting. And since then, she has been chasing that potential reconnection, the taste of what she lost crashing in like a relapsed addiction. Far from a pleasant mindset to be in. All the more reason to figure it out sooner rather than later.
Which is what made it all the more frustrating that her time here had seemed moot. Onderon had started this mess, she'd hoped maybe now it could fix it. Already she had spent a few days planetside, dipping into those old Jedi habits, only for no revelations to come. Instead, her next plan of action was already shifting from persistent effort to thoughts of moving on. But that inner conflict kept her still loitering by the local starport.