Keepin Corellia Weird
Aitis was nervous. No, scratch that, nervous didn't even cover the particular set of feelings he had going on right now as the ship set down from approach to Kaeshana... On Yavin he had done a lot of research, and prior to that even on Ossus when he was still a part of the Order of the Republic. There had been a lot of self teaching and training to do as a young seer apprenticed Corvus, and though he faulted his former Master not in the slightest for the lack of development in some of his talents. It was rather like a nexu breeder being given a vornskr and told to train and raise it.... In all likelyhood, you weren't going to get a very successfully reared vornskr.
As soon as he touched down, Aitis paid the Captain, and thanked him heartily for the assistance he had provided in transport. As a token of gratitude, the lad decided for a moment as he shook the man's hand, to try and use his gift for him, to see the man's future. He wasnt sure exactly how to always control it, and sometimes it was a risk even just barely glancing into the flows of time, but he was getting better at it, if not perfect. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. It was the least he could do for one who had went out of his way to 'help such a promising young Jedi'
Opening himself to the Force, he felt a flood of sensations and such from the kindly spacer, and a spiral of images, only one of which he could make out, a series really. With kind warning, he told the Captain his child would be deadly ill soon, but should survive if he made it home in time to bring back the money he had earned on this trip for medicines and healers. The Caveat was given of the Force and Future both always being in motion, and again the young Padawan waved as he set off on a small barge to the estates of one he had hunted down in the records.
Standing in the prow of the boat, Aitis kept the hood to his tunic pulled tight. Since his departure from the Order to seek out one to teach him to control his gifts, he had taken to wearing an almost traditional style jedi garb, but with a hood integral to the outer tunic to pull over his face to conceal his lack of eyes. To keep the sinister air such garb could have, it was trimmed in bright white and gold, and the tunic was a sort of pale, stormy sky grey. There was not a visible lightsaber hilt on his waist, and the absence of such a tool in truth bothered him greatly. Soon, hopefully, he could make one.
As the barge reached his destination, Aitis stepped off, paying the steersman again with some of his few remaining credit chits. He hoped this went to plan, or otherwise he was quite stuck on this planet, as he didn't have the money to leave it. But he had seen it so, and though that wasn't a promise, it was as good a chance at anything as he was going to get, and so he would take it and fight to make it so. Spying a red haired and small framed woman down the way, he called out, waving his hand to her, knowing if rumors were true she might even be expecting his arrival already.
[member="Coryth Elaris"]
As soon as he touched down, Aitis paid the Captain, and thanked him heartily for the assistance he had provided in transport. As a token of gratitude, the lad decided for a moment as he shook the man's hand, to try and use his gift for him, to see the man's future. He wasnt sure exactly how to always control it, and sometimes it was a risk even just barely glancing into the flows of time, but he was getting better at it, if not perfect. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. It was the least he could do for one who had went out of his way to 'help such a promising young Jedi'
Opening himself to the Force, he felt a flood of sensations and such from the kindly spacer, and a spiral of images, only one of which he could make out, a series really. With kind warning, he told the Captain his child would be deadly ill soon, but should survive if he made it home in time to bring back the money he had earned on this trip for medicines and healers. The Caveat was given of the Force and Future both always being in motion, and again the young Padawan waved as he set off on a small barge to the estates of one he had hunted down in the records.
Standing in the prow of the boat, Aitis kept the hood to his tunic pulled tight. Since his departure from the Order to seek out one to teach him to control his gifts, he had taken to wearing an almost traditional style jedi garb, but with a hood integral to the outer tunic to pull over his face to conceal his lack of eyes. To keep the sinister air such garb could have, it was trimmed in bright white and gold, and the tunic was a sort of pale, stormy sky grey. There was not a visible lightsaber hilt on his waist, and the absence of such a tool in truth bothered him greatly. Soon, hopefully, he could make one.
As the barge reached his destination, Aitis stepped off, paying the steersman again with some of his few remaining credit chits. He hoped this went to plan, or otherwise he was quite stuck on this planet, as he didn't have the money to leave it. But he had seen it so, and though that wasn't a promise, it was as good a chance at anything as he was going to get, and so he would take it and fight to make it so. Spying a red haired and small framed woman down the way, he called out, waving his hand to her, knowing if rumors were true she might even be expecting his arrival already.
[member="Coryth Elaris"]