Outfit: Casual Attire, Sigil Bead Earring
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike
Aadihr gave
Kuhbee
a proud pat on the shoulder,
"identifying native herbs for healing can be difficult with so many worlds in the galaxy, I'd say that's already a promising sign of talent." Aadihr said with an earnest smile that cut off when the ruckus nearby drew his attention away.
“Hey!” She called after it and ran to keep up, only to find it scrambling up a tree with one hand while it clung desperately to their pan with the other.
The critter that bit one of the campers was now causing mischief in the camp itself, taking cookware that would be needed.
Aadihr sighed and said,
"that's what I was worried about."
The Miraluka stood and approached the tree, ready to bonk the pan and/or the monkey-like creature down from the tree with his staff before another conversation froze him in his tracks.
. "Fate then led me here, accompanying the group of Jedi for adventure. Don't tell Cerys though, she might get upset. She doesn't like when I leave Naboo, she's worried for my safety sometimes."
Hearing the name of the planet he spent most of his tutelage at, the home world of his late master, made his blood freeze, his arm searing in pain with the sudden, unexpected reminder.
Aadihr stilled himself, centered his Sight on himself, on the bead he received from
Azurine Varek
to center himself. He counted down from ten, controlling his breaths with intention. He still needed to act.
With a sudden lack of patience for the critter, Aadihr stepped closer, eyeless brows furrowed. He quickly lit his Pikesaber instead, slashed the tree at an angle to fell it so it would fall away from
Ella Gosiff
. Aadihr dashed towards the limbs as it fell, seizing the primate with his off-hand, the very same covered with sith-scorched burns. He clutched the primate, resisting the sudden urge to squeeze the animal into compliance.
"Drop it" Aadihr said with excessive intensity at the mischievous critter.
Aadihr needed to calm himself. This was not like him, this is how his master would have acted. How she would have wanted him to.
He forced his breaths to slow, still clutching the critter that stubbornly held the pan, trying to bite and scratch at His arm, finding no purchase with the frictionless shield of deflection around his wrist.
The sound of the tree collapsing and his emitter shutting off was impossible to play off as anything other than an inordinate response due to an outburst.