Dune Rhur
Freedon's Nadds
A Private Garden, the Jedi Temple, Ession
They were back from Helska IV now. Back to where Master had first met Apprentice some months ago. It seemed appropriate to start at the beginning. A lesson was going to be taught today just as it had then.
Eol Sha had caused him to begin to wonder about Ra'a'mah Numare. Helska IV had elevated that feeling to genuine worry over her current path. She had indicated 'other sources' of her learning. Dune was going to find out what they were.
For now he had invited her for a lesson here in this small garden within the Temple grounds. It was in stark contrast to Ession. Full of flowering plants and trees and very much alive. Even his keen olfactory senses could not smell the scents of an industrialized world here.
It seemed a world apart with it's soft grass and softer birdsong. This place had become his favourite very quickly. A peaceful place to meditate or simply relax. He often stopped to smell the flowers as he was now.
Dune would feel Ra'a'mah's approach and so he had his back to the door. With hands folded behind his back he admired the myriad colours around him. His keen auditory senses heard the birds call to each other in their secret language. Call and response much like many kinds of music.
They were back from Helska IV now. Back to where Master had first met Apprentice some months ago. It seemed appropriate to start at the beginning. A lesson was going to be taught today just as it had then.
Eol Sha had caused him to begin to wonder about Ra'a'mah Numare. Helska IV had elevated that feeling to genuine worry over her current path. She had indicated 'other sources' of her learning. Dune was going to find out what they were.
For now he had invited her for a lesson here in this small garden within the Temple grounds. It was in stark contrast to Ession. Full of flowering plants and trees and very much alive. Even his keen olfactory senses could not smell the scents of an industrialized world here.
It seemed a world apart with it's soft grass and softer birdsong. This place had become his favourite very quickly. A peaceful place to meditate or simply relax. He often stopped to smell the flowers as he was now.
Dune would feel Ra'a'mah's approach and so he had his back to the door. With hands folded behind his back he admired the myriad colours around him. His keen auditory senses heard the birds call to each other in their secret language. Call and response much like many kinds of music.