S E E K

After some time in one of the temple’s training rooms that turned out rather different from what he’d been expecting, Vizion grabbed a short caf-nap - drink caf, lay down for nap, wake up when the caf kicks in - then readied himself and went back out into the daylight for a run, as he normally would in this part of the week.
He was well used to his feet pounding the pavement as he had been doing during any amount of downtime over the past couple of years, but nothing quite compared to going for a jog in the beautiful locales of Naboo, where he had spent half of his formative years, or several other places that similarly weren’t made wholly of duracrete, permacrete, and glasteel. Not that the lack of greenery would stop him.
The Brentaalan did have a few different routes he chose from when he ran, but sometimes he explored a little: like today, taking a different turn that he had planned out in advance to ultimately get him to some shops that weren’t along his usual routes of travel, with plans to take a hovertaxi back to his building after.
Now, he saw other runners on occasion when he went out, but these were often people he had no connection to... until he did, when shortly after making the turn that would take him in the direction of that collection of shops, Viz spotted a knot of blonde hair and then a face that he was absolutely certain he’d seen around the temple in passing, and decided to take the opportunity to maybe run with someone, for once.
Picking up the pace, he brought himself up alongside her. “Hey,” he started, “don’t normally run into other Jedi out here, but this isn’t my usual route.” Viz gave a short smile. “Vizion Trozky,” he introduced, indicating himself with a hand to his chest, “I have seen you around the temple before, haven’t I?”