War Doc
Jalen had spent his year watching over the Jedi Temple on Lothal with relative silence. The Temple had become somewhat of a remote haven for those fleeing the chaos of the core. Even so, their numbers were still rather small. Perhaps that was just due to the nature of where Lothal was located. It was hard to say. Regardless, the younger Kai'el brother had stuck to his word and watched over the temple he had helped to renovate. When Jasper returned he had tried to give the Temple to him. Jasper declined. He said that this temple was Jalen's place, not his. He understood what his brother meant.
It was just a matter of if he could live up to the example that he had laid out for Jalen. It was hard. Jalen worried often about if he could even be half the Jedi his brother was.
It was a breezy Autumn afternoon. Jalen sat upon one of the temple's smaller domes, now overgrown with moss and grass. His hallikset was in his lap, to which he strummed at it idly while the wind fluttered by and through his hair. It was much longer than it ever had been before. Tempo had started braiding it, not that Jalen minded. He was just happy to have some company. He typically came out in the afternoon to meditate. That usually came with music. The hallikset he carried was a part of him, and so it was a part of his meditation. It filled the dark, inky void around him with bright aura. It reminded Jalen of what it felt like to see colors.
Then again, maybe it was something entirely new. Something only he could experience.
