Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Location: Coruscant, Jedi Temple, Training Room
Tag: Travot Ravenna
Tag: Travot Ravenna
Draven was taking a moment to just relax one evening amidst the training room within the temple. Which was currently selected as a training spot for Draven and his selected mentor to partake in a new form for him to learn. Draven had done his morning and afternoon exercises. Which often times were quite physically demanding and required a good chunk of mental fortitude as well to overcome. As he was shaping his body into as top of a form as he could manage. While also learning aspects of the force which didn't come naturally to Draven like shaping the environment and utilizing telekinetic based abilities did, or well the empathetic aspect he dreaded. Though an art form which was quite handy for a lot of what Draven was training into. Such as hand-to-hand combat and lightsaber-based combat. While Draven had been taught many forms. Only a couple currently evaded the youth. One of these practices was a precision-based form. Which Draven felt was a kind of training he was lacking a bit in. Out of his current routine which he decided to rectify. There was only one individual whom Draven recently had been reliant upon specifically for lightsaber training outside of his Master
Saki
.
Until such time as Master Ravenna arrived Draven was in a knelt position meditating. What was unique about this meditation was the fact Draven wasn't passively just calming his mind. His lightsaber was currently activated and hovering within the air. The switch of his blade in its locked position. As Draven was visually going through various forms within his mind. Willing his blade to mimic the movements in the air slowly. Practicing on fine tuning understanding his blade's position in accordance with its surroundings. While he wasn't in direct possession of his blade. Better emphasizing this practice Draven would sometimes draw his blade closer to where his body rested, and sometimes pushed it out around the walls. Moving around whatever obstacles were within the room. While also sensing the activity outside of the room should someone approach. Indicating to Draven to pull his blade closer to himself once more. To avoid them walking in and being met with a lightsaber face level.
Draven had made his way to Coruscant initially with the intention of taking a short break. However, Draven had found an incentive through Elami Iria to stay around a bit longer. Though he would also be wary not to make the stay last Too long. He still had duties, and he had much to learn from his Master. Though he figured a couple of weeks wouldn't be harmful. Just as long as during that time period he made sure to keep up pushing himself in what training he was capable of completing on his lonesome. So, when inevitably he did return to his Master. She'd not throw him to the wolves and discover Draven had been slacking whilst away. Draven was well aware she wasn't a. 'Welcome back let's take it easy on your first day returned.' She was more so a 'You haven't died yet... Let's see if you survive this then.' Kind of teacher. Not because she actively was striving for Draven to meet his demise. Draven was understanding enough to know she figured if he was pacing under her controlled 'Do or Face Serious Bodily Harm' regiments. Draven would be better equipped for when she wasn't around to cover his butt on a mission. As well as equally better equipped for when he Did have her to cover his butt on missions. Because normally that was a battle intense environment which meant Draven didn't often times have the luxury of her giving instruction... He was more so expected to Know what she needed him to do, when she needed him to do it. Then be capable of executing those needed actions without going 'Squish!'
Draven's meditation finally drew to a close. While he sensed the nearing of the individual who was supposed to meet up with him. Draven drew his lightsaber back over to himself and caught the hilt in his hand. While he used his finger to flick the switch back to the right and down to deactivate the blade. Listening to the 'zip and hum' sound it made as it powered off. Draven opened his eyes and stood up on his feet. Doing some basic stretches as he readied his body for the lessons which he would be receiving today.
Until such time as Master Ravenna arrived Draven was in a knelt position meditating. What was unique about this meditation was the fact Draven wasn't passively just calming his mind. His lightsaber was currently activated and hovering within the air. The switch of his blade in its locked position. As Draven was visually going through various forms within his mind. Willing his blade to mimic the movements in the air slowly. Practicing on fine tuning understanding his blade's position in accordance with its surroundings. While he wasn't in direct possession of his blade. Better emphasizing this practice Draven would sometimes draw his blade closer to where his body rested, and sometimes pushed it out around the walls. Moving around whatever obstacles were within the room. While also sensing the activity outside of the room should someone approach. Indicating to Draven to pull his blade closer to himself once more. To avoid them walking in and being met with a lightsaber face level.
Draven had made his way to Coruscant initially with the intention of taking a short break. However, Draven had found an incentive through Elami Iria to stay around a bit longer. Though he would also be wary not to make the stay last Too long. He still had duties, and he had much to learn from his Master. Though he figured a couple of weeks wouldn't be harmful. Just as long as during that time period he made sure to keep up pushing himself in what training he was capable of completing on his lonesome. So, when inevitably he did return to his Master. She'd not throw him to the wolves and discover Draven had been slacking whilst away. Draven was well aware she wasn't a. 'Welcome back let's take it easy on your first day returned.' She was more so a 'You haven't died yet... Let's see if you survive this then.' Kind of teacher. Not because she actively was striving for Draven to meet his demise. Draven was understanding enough to know she figured if he was pacing under her controlled 'Do or Face Serious Bodily Harm' regiments. Draven would be better equipped for when she wasn't around to cover his butt on a mission. As well as equally better equipped for when he Did have her to cover his butt on missions. Because normally that was a battle intense environment which meant Draven didn't often times have the luxury of her giving instruction... He was more so expected to Know what she needed him to do, when she needed him to do it. Then be capable of executing those needed actions without going 'Squish!'
Draven's meditation finally drew to a close. While he sensed the nearing of the individual who was supposed to meet up with him. Draven drew his lightsaber back over to himself and caught the hilt in his hand. While he used his finger to flick the switch back to the right and down to deactivate the blade. Listening to the 'zip and hum' sound it made as it powered off. Draven opened his eyes and stood up on his feet. Doing some basic stretches as he readied his body for the lessons which he would be receiving today.