Armaud Eden
Wayfaring Stranger
"I do get along very well with Zelosians..." He admitted, thinking it was an odd comment but particularly appropriate. Jedi Master Vandal was one of the kinder individuals Maud had ever known, teaching the young man the ways of the force. Often times, it had strictly deviated from the ways of the Alliance - though Relit had taken to the direct route of the traditional Jedi Council, he had always expressed regret for the loss of life that was forced upon him and the other masters. But after taking to the tap tree in a life long pursuit of inner silence, Maud had found comfort sitting at his side.
Thinking of the world and the universe, thinking about what he wanted to be and what he wanted to do. But more times than not, he found himself dwelling on all the things that were wrong in the universe. The Jedi, the Sith, everything in between.
He stuck another pine needle in his mouth, scratching at the band of black concentric rings running along his thigh. They are life rings, he told the artist, as he intended to replicate the bands of a tree and the stages of life.
"Nope...but something tells me it's not a physical eye?" He paused, throwing another pine nut at her. "Unless there is someone by the name of Beyonder. In that case...still haven't heard of it."
[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Thinking of the world and the universe, thinking about what he wanted to be and what he wanted to do. But more times than not, he found himself dwelling on all the things that were wrong in the universe. The Jedi, the Sith, everything in between.
He stuck another pine needle in his mouth, scratching at the band of black concentric rings running along his thigh. They are life rings, he told the artist, as he intended to replicate the bands of a tree and the stages of life.
"Nope...but something tells me it's not a physical eye?" He paused, throwing another pine nut at her. "Unless there is someone by the name of Beyonder. In that case...still haven't heard of it."
[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]