White Dragon
Taiden looked at Nima, his elder had given him an order, so there wasn’t the usual hesitation another padawan or even a friend might make, he was swiftly off. More swiftly than you might expect. [member="Matsu Ike"] ‘s and his time at Shri-Ta had unlocked the grace and swiftness of Taiden Keth to a new level. Listening for the motion of the planet, he froze in place as his Master fought, completely still, the rotations the motions of its own energy and began to slowly spin, subtle gliding achieved he fell from their ridge line. Carried by the bump of gentle winds and current, the language of the planet. Had he achieved becoming part of it? No of course not, and his descent was not without dangers, he did not fly, merely slowed himself falling from high to lower.
It would cut the time it took reinforcements to reach Nima in half almost, but it was not without risks to her own student, risks as a Keth he accepted and braced himself for, catching his footing on the rock as he descended left a painful and dangerous wobble. Matsu had told him that hair was a tell, the breeze carried him in the direction the current blew, matching it, going with it not trying to control the descent. He controlled every extension of himself instead, with precision, the breeze that touched his clothing, would not be deflected with his own will… at least that was the plan… bang he hit his ankle, but through gritted teeth his decent didn’t stop, if coming to an abrupt halt not far from the camp, causing the padawan’s leg to twist to the ground painfully. Dust, dirt and rock covering his clothes as he fell. Without Matsu’s gentle guidance, that technique would take a lot more practice.
Limping over, but you wouldn’t know how much pain he was in, because Taiden never showed such things. “My Master needs you, she fights for her life and for the others above to halt their advance, ” Taiden looked upwards towards the somewhat distant flashes of Nima’s saber, eyes focused finely, his hair hanging in the wind.
Unfortunately he was informed the settlement and village had received nearly all of their aid or would do, which left them with a bare handful of men and women to assist Nima, that would have to suffice. Loading up onto a speeder, Taiden hopped on its back with the others, just two small speeders of reinforcements... it would be enough.
It would cut the time it took reinforcements to reach Nima in half almost, but it was not without risks to her own student, risks as a Keth he accepted and braced himself for, catching his footing on the rock as he descended left a painful and dangerous wobble. Matsu had told him that hair was a tell, the breeze carried him in the direction the current blew, matching it, going with it not trying to control the descent. He controlled every extension of himself instead, with precision, the breeze that touched his clothing, would not be deflected with his own will… at least that was the plan… bang he hit his ankle, but through gritted teeth his decent didn’t stop, if coming to an abrupt halt not far from the camp, causing the padawan’s leg to twist to the ground painfully. Dust, dirt and rock covering his clothes as he fell. Without Matsu’s gentle guidance, that technique would take a lot more practice.
Limping over, but you wouldn’t know how much pain he was in, because Taiden never showed such things. “My Master needs you, she fights for her life and for the others above to halt their advance, ” Taiden looked upwards towards the somewhat distant flashes of Nima’s saber, eyes focused finely, his hair hanging in the wind.
Unfortunately he was informed the settlement and village had received nearly all of their aid or would do, which left them with a bare handful of men and women to assist Nima, that would have to suffice. Loading up onto a speeder, Taiden hopped on its back with the others, just two small speeders of reinforcements... it would be enough.
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