There had been a time when Dair would spend every waking moment focused on specific goals. The Force had been a tool in his pocket, and he used it when it was necessary to accomplish a goal. The Dair of that time was a conflicted young knight, wayward in his own way and unknowing of who he would become, as much as he was unknowing of the mysteries of the Force. With the death of his friend, Nico, in the fall of a previous incarnation of the Galactic Alliance, Dair had sought solace in solitude, and returned to the planet he had learned was his birth place. Midvinter. Years spent there among the purposely simple folk, spending days of hard work and learning that even those who couldn't feel the ebb and flow of the Force could know more than a Jedi Knight about what mattered. He had found the solace he needed to heal, and had also found a strengthened connection to the Force.
He felt it pulling him.
Which was how he found himself across the galaxy from the place of his birth. Across parsecs of conflicting factions, to the world of Terminus. He could not tell precisely what he was moving towards, only that it called him.
He left the urban areas for the dwindling forests that had yet to be claimed by the ever encroaching sprawl of civilization. The trees were similar to the forests on Midvinter, only not covered in snow and frost. Yet they held their own beauty.
Dair left his speeder at a site he'd set up for camping. He didn't know how long he'd be here, but figured prepared was always best. He felt the pull guide him through the forest and down a slope towards a lake that looked nearly untouched by anything other than nature.
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