An old friend (Maya Whitelight)

[Kycoros Oberon]

Kycoros Oberon wanders around the garden, his violet eyes examining each plant, seeing every detail and color. He then smiles lightly as he thinks back to the kindhearted woman who had recruited him. he thinks he feels the familiar gentle pulse of her emotions but shakes his head for he hadn't seen her in months. he starts singing lightly in drakian as his scales reflect sunlight and he starts to read. little did he know that the same woman who recruited him was back, and is able to feel where he is through the force and his empathy links.

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[Maya Carrick]

From just under one of the larger trees was where Maya was at looking at him as she let her own eyes give away nothing. Just letting him enjoy the nature that was all around them both. As her own eyes lifted up in the sky at that of the creature that had made their home in the trees. Could help herself but smile at the joy that took place all around. Even so she had to enjoy this very moment. As she let herself step out form behind the tree of life.

Hello, dear one....

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[Kycoros Oberon]

The Drakian jumps up and stares, his violet eyes wide. "alright is my mind playing tricks on me or are you really standing there?" he asks in slight disbelief

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[Maya Carrick]

Placing her hand on his shoulder with the calmness of herself. Giving off this warmth glow to her. Now Kycoros I'm not playing tricks on you, its really me how have you been young one." Letting herself give him a cheek kiss before sitting down in the lush green grass. It wasn't long before there was a slight wind that rustle through the leaves. [member="Kycoros Oberon"]

 

[Kycoros Oberon]

Kycoros plomps down on the ground hard, "....board...no one has been overseeing my training so I have no idea what to do next...so I spend most days reading" he says, his scales sparkling like obsidian in the sunlight, the drakian sighs and looks her in the eye, "I want to be a knight...but I know not if I am ready to take the trials....and since I do not have a master I feel as if I am not getting anywhere...like back on Dantooine" the familiar sadness and loneliness pulsates from his energy as he looks down carving a small block of wood with his claws.

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