The Eye of the Storm
Glee Anselm, Beachfront

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Normally, on a day like this, Glee Anselm would be a tropical paradise for anyone looking for a day away from the troubles of the galaxy. Sunbathing, warm waters, and a surf unmatched on this side of the core.
Instead, it was raining. A storm had rolled through, and sitting alone on the beach was the Sentinel of Harmony. Waiting for her student to arrive. Anyone else would question why the Cathar was waiting, soaking wet.
She was listening. Listening to the rain. To the sound of the water hitting the surf, of the wind stirring high above.
She was listening to the Force.