Grey Eyed Castaway
Jasper sat alone in the Temple Gardens in a meditative position. It wasn't his preferred setting for training, but the knight needed the change of scenery. He couldn't do everything in his freighter. Sometimes he needed a new atmosphere to change things up a little. Jasper breathed in, letting himself connect with the life around him. He didn't have a spectacular force connection by any means, but he needed to work on improving it. Connecting to other things around him was something he found helped.
"Alright," he muttered to himself. "Here we go."
A faint aura began to spill forth from his body. Then it grew, a radiant light spreading out over the garden. Force Light, an ability that had come to him naturally under the influence of battle meditation, and now an ability that he had been honing since his padawan days. With each use his light grew, shining brighter and stronger then the last. He needed to push it to its limits, especially if it meant the difference between life and death for the people he cared about. The energy from his light wafted through the air, giving the gardens a warm sensation. One of reassurance and comfort. It was a cleansing aura, one which which Jasper had done things he never thought he could. Purifying blead kyber, dampening the alchemy of darksiders... It was that sort of action that Jasper was desperately needed for, a reason to continue to hone and refine his ability. Thankfully, on this particular day, there was nobody around to bother with his training. The gardens, as far as he could tell, were completely empty this morning.
Probably, anyways. Jasper was never very good at double checking when it came to smaller details of the sort.