Connor Harrison opened his eyes. A chill ran through his body, and so brought him back to the here and now outside of his daydream. He pulled his black greatcoat a little tighter against the cold wind and held it with gloved hands. It had been....forever since Connor had been here on this world. The city was alive, and looking in could tell that is was full of warmth and heart just as he remembered.
Midvinter was a quiet jewel to the East of the galaxy, and a world he knew too well from his days serving the Silver Jedi Order. The footsteps of the Order he nearly helped bring down, and that of people he hurt. Now he stood at a fork in the placed called Fridheim, where the Heavenshield name had brought him too. Thankfully, as much as he was now in the galaxy, Connor was probably an unknown here. A forgotten face to many and a name not spoken about any more than that of old foes and allies of the past.
Connor knew he had to come here one day, and that day was now. And there were no dramatics, no secret plot or plan up his sleeve. It had been nearly 18 months, probably more, since he last saw Thurion and Coci. It was so long ago, he didn't even remember the last thing that had been said, and didn't know if it was good or bad. With Thurion, it would have been peaceful, but Coci? He smiled. The fire of Coci Heavenshield burned even when he knew her as Sinopi. Many years ago. Many lifetimes ago. His Shadow sister.
Nobody knew he was here, but that wouldn’t take long to change no doubt. Who knew how good these warriors and hunters were are tracking and tracing and observing offworlders. Connor looked around now and then just to get a feel for the bustling, city. He shivered again; too much time spent on warm ships and warm planets and then coming here was a bit of a climate change. He decided to walk through Fridheim and let the Force guide him. The signature of purity and honour that was the Heavenshield calling card was strong. Flags waved up high bearing coats of arms and mythical creatures. Pride. Family. Everything Connor once had that he had betrayed in search of glory.
While nervous, he was just hoping to see what had become of Thurion Heavenshield and Coci Heavenshield in this time, and see if there was a place for him still in their hearts. It had been too long since Connor felt part of a family. But had he burnt those bridges long ago?
A ship flew overheard. His left eye twitched slightly, the cold air playing against his scar and tear duct wound. There was peaceful resolve on Connor’s face; a small trace of irony and some amusement at the way the former Silver Jedi Grandmaster and his family had survived and evolved into what looked like royalty. It was a million miles away from their shared past, and it was clear who held the high ground as Connor looked up at the royal crest on the flag, flapping gently in the cold air.