Whatever the Weather

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's head turned as he stepped off his ship, causing several loud cricks and cracks to sund from the vertebra. Not years, but a decade had passed since he had last had the dirt of Dorin on his boots. As barren and windy as he remembered. It was a reminder to him. While nations warred, rose and fell, while missles and weapons blasted the environment into smolders, the galaxy was an ancient place, far more ancient than anyone could imagine and its worlds would, if left to their own, remain largely unchanged unless the force wished otherwise.

The winds whipped across his coat, blowing it behind him and Vulepsen's hands moved to settle down the cloth, brushing against the wire that connected his mask to the larger oxygen tank that would keep him settled for longer journeys. 'Ace stay on the ship.' He felt an affirmative press into his mind as he continued on towards Dor'shan. Living among the zorren people he had been changed, if not entirely, at leat in the way he saw the galaxy. No longer did the cities cry out to them as the hubs of life. The force called and spoke from everything, from the sentient species, to the beasts, to the plants, and even the winds themselves. It lived in what was unliving. And with this knowledge, Vulpesen saw fit to learn that which he had once dismissed.

 

[Vulpesen]

One he entered the city, Vulpesen made his way to the temple of the Baran Do, a short trip with a simple route. The walk was uneventfu, at least, until he reached the doors where a guard stopped him. "Business?" The fellow was a large one by Kel-Dor standards and the Zorren figured that even the average force user might have a bit of trouble getting past him. Luckily, Vulpesen was a bit above average should he find himself in a bit of trouble.

"I'm here to learn and visit an old friend. Is Shar Vern still studying here?" Vulpesen stood up a bit straighter, his tail curling up under his coat. Thankful that his mask was hiding his golden eyes as well as the rest of his zorren features, he figured that Shar would have enough shock at seeing his old friend without learning that he was a part of an entirely diferent species.

"Yes. Master Vern is now a combat instructor for the Baran Do. I take it you know him?"

"I do. Actually, I'd like to speak with him if its not too much trouble. Tell him that Vulpesen Torrevaso is here to take up an old offer." The zorren smiled under his mask. Years ago he and Shar Vern had learned together, meditating at eachother's sides and learning various fighting techniques. Back then, Vern had offered to help him learn the ways of the Baran Do should he return. Of course he had only been an apprentice at the time, and Vulpesen was something less.Now, he could only hope their friendship could last the years.

The widening in the guard's eyes was a sign of mixed symbols, looking fairly odd on his kel-dor face. Though, he managed to give a short nod before tapping into a comlink to announced Vulpesen's arrival. Apparently, the fox wasn't quite as forgotten as he thought. "He'll be right out."