After spending most of the predawn hours working out in the gymnasium, Domino had adjourned to the gardens for a run just as the sun's rays began to color the tops of the mountains orange. The crisp air chilled her breath at the same time it nipped at her sweat while her actions warmed her against the chill. And while the location of her morning ritual was unusual for her as she rarely visited the Silver's temple, her method of dress was not. Her first instructor had taught her to always train to expected conditions, and while on Coruscant as a civilian that had meant street clothes and shoes, here it meant that she wore her personal Vornskr armor that left her arms bare save for the leather leviathan bracers that started just below her elbow and continued to form fingerless gloves over her hands. Strapped to her back was her pikesaber and her ancient and battered lightsabers were sheathed to her hips where they wouldn't bounce around, an equally well used stal-11 was holtered to her thigh to finish off her armament. Lastly she wore her usual diadem as most twi'leks traditionally did.
Rounding a corner around a grove of trees framed by a series of shrubbery Domino came to an abrupt halt, her feet skidding across the gravel path. There stood what was probably the last Jedi she would expect to see. Syn was an old friend of hers and someone she'd fought against as often as with. They were also perhaps the only two in the galaxy that truly understood each other and the long game of the Force. "Synlidwirh. It's been awhile."