Connel Vanagor
She looked at him and was only grinning. "Hmm I thought I had... no matter you are going to like him. She said it and looked out as the iron matron and several others were standing there and looking out. The jedi grandmaster hovered a little higher as she held her hands out for show mostly but the snow was swirling, ice wrapping around and the kyber glowed blue and silver. The air itself seemed to hold its breath as Matsu extended her hands, fingers curling with ancient purpose. Before her, reality began to strain a single point of impossible blue light igniting in the empty space between one heartbeat and the next.
That point grew, unfurling like a flower made of captured sky, and the shimmering rift spread outward in concentric waves of cerulean radiance. The edges of the opening crackled with contained energy, silver-white lightning tracing lazy arcs along its circumference, while the center remained a depthless pool of azure that reflected nothing and everything. The rift stood now as a vertical wound in the world, tall enough to swallow mountains whole, and from within came the low rumble of stone grinding against stone a sound that vibrated not through the ears but through the very bones of those who witnessed it.
The shimmer intensified, the blue light casting strange shadows that moved in directions light should not travel, and then the first shape began to coalesce within the depths. A hand emerged first fingers of white crystal and silver-flecked granite, each digit the size of a starship's hull, wrapped in veins of ice that caught the rift-light and refracted it into a thousand dancing stars. The hand gripped the edge of the shimmering portal, and pulled. The Wandering Mountain stepped through with the measured patience of tectonic plates shifting, and the world shuddered at his arrival. She was looking on and could hear some gasps from the Khaevor.
His body rose like a dawn glacier given form and purpose, gleaming white and silver with veins of deep crystalline blue threading across his surface like rivers carved by millennia. Icy blue eyes opened within the stone of his face, ancient and warm despite their frozen composition, and they gazed upon the world with the gentle curiosity of something that had watched empires rise and crumble to dust. Upon his shoulders broad as a mountain range, level as horizons rested the
Celestial Jedi Temple of Secher Nbiw, its kyberite exterior gleaming like captured starlight, balanced perfectly upon the organic gimble system that allowed the temple to remain eternally level as its carrier walked the continents.
The great temple rose from his back like a crown upon a living planet, spires of polished stone and crystalline domes catching the fading light of the rift and transforming it into something sacred. The Mountain stooped slightly as he cleared the threshold of the portal, his movements deliberate and impossibly gentle for something of his scale, and the shimmering blue closed behind him like a curtain falling at the end of an epoch. He stood now in the world truly stood and the ground beneath his feet did not crack or buckle but instead seemed to remember itself as stone and rose to meet him as an old friend might embrace another.
The weight of centuries hung about him like morning mist, and yet his icy blue eyes held no weariness, only the serene patience of a being who had learned that time was simply another current in the great river of existence. He tilted his head slightly, the temple shifting with him in perfect counterbalance, and a sound like distant avalanches rolled from somewhere deep within his crystalline chest not a threat, but an acknowledgment. The Wandering Mountain had arrived, and the world was forever changed by his presence. Matsu turned to look at them and she spoke. "I would like to introduce jedi master
Wandering Mountain."
