Rebel For Hire
Yavin. It had history. It had stories. Even non adepts of the Force flocked to it at times for almost religious like sight seeing and a veritable pilgrimage. Kaelen had came here to see what he could see.
Ran Serys
had done more than he could ever thank or admit to for his journey, though she likely wouldn't ever acknowledge it. He felt he was moving in the right direction now, and thanks to her a funtional lightsaber hung at his hip opposite the curious bespoke pistol he carried at all times. Corellian longcoat swaying with his stride, he brought the JedCred around his neck to his lips, a kiss of the metal for luck, before stepping through the entry way.
Rather than moving with a purpose, he sort of... Drifted aimlessly... It was a lesson in his grandfather's notes (though reconstructing Force techniques from notes and not a Holocron was tricky it seemed) and the first one in the steps to developing the famed sensory abilities of Flow Walking and FIghting Sight, abilities that were staples of his grandfather's... He walked without really paying attention to much in the corporeal world other than not tripping or running into things, just seeing where the will of the Force would take him, hand trailing along on invisible currents at his side, like a child with their arm out the window of a speeder in the wind.
Valery Noble

Rather than moving with a purpose, he sort of... Drifted aimlessly... It was a lesson in his grandfather's notes (though reconstructing Force techniques from notes and not a Holocron was tricky it seemed) and the first one in the steps to developing the famed sensory abilities of Flow Walking and FIghting Sight, abilities that were staples of his grandfather's... He walked without really paying attention to much in the corporeal world other than not tripping or running into things, just seeing where the will of the Force would take him, hand trailing along on invisible currents at his side, like a child with their arm out the window of a speeder in the wind.
