Wanderer
It wasn't often that Seo found herself back on Kashyyyk. She was a wanderer and allowed the Force to guide her steps more than anything else. There were a few reasons she was here right now though and one of them was kept in the archives. However, she decided to make a short detour and walk by the Initiate classes. One never knew if there was a Padawan waiting to be picked up. She had found her last one this way.
Her hair hung to about her shoulders and her garb looked like something out of a desert. The few things that indicated this woman was something more than she appeared were a lightsaber clipped to her belt and gold threads through her tunic. The Knight wore a scarf around her neck that could be raised to cover her nose and mouth. Very much typical of somebody used to living in harsh conditions.
None of the students caught her attention so she continued going to the archives. Many of her formative years growing up had been spent working in a library. One that had been ransacked more than once but one she remembered well. Those years she had also worked with both Jedi and Sith. After the fall of that government, she had decided to search out the Jedi and she remained with them still.
They gave her the freedom she needed but knew they could call on her if they needed to. Not that happened often and she was thankful for that. It gave her more time with her family. Thinking of her son and little sisters, she wondered how they were doing. Maybe a trip to Lorrd was due and a check-up on them. Shaking her head, she was going to the archives for the purpose of research not planning trips to her home.
Even Seo did not know exactly what she needed to research but knew it would become clear in time. Pulling a random datacron from a shelf, she went into the rear of the room to plug it into a reader to find out what she had picked up. Evidently, the Force felt she needed to learn more about martial combat.
Falling into a rhythm of watching a lesson and then practicing the movement, it was maybe the third one when she knew she had an observer. After finishing the action, she did not turn to look at the person watching her.
"You can join me if you want. I don't bite. Besides, sometimes the company is nice."
Acacius Aries
Her hair hung to about her shoulders and her garb looked like something out of a desert. The few things that indicated this woman was something more than she appeared were a lightsaber clipped to her belt and gold threads through her tunic. The Knight wore a scarf around her neck that could be raised to cover her nose and mouth. Very much typical of somebody used to living in harsh conditions.
None of the students caught her attention so she continued going to the archives. Many of her formative years growing up had been spent working in a library. One that had been ransacked more than once but one she remembered well. Those years she had also worked with both Jedi and Sith. After the fall of that government, she had decided to search out the Jedi and she remained with them still.
They gave her the freedom she needed but knew they could call on her if they needed to. Not that happened often and she was thankful for that. It gave her more time with her family. Thinking of her son and little sisters, she wondered how they were doing. Maybe a trip to Lorrd was due and a check-up on them. Shaking her head, she was going to the archives for the purpose of research not planning trips to her home.
Even Seo did not know exactly what she needed to research but knew it would become clear in time. Pulling a random datacron from a shelf, she went into the rear of the room to plug it into a reader to find out what she had picked up. Evidently, the Force felt she needed to learn more about martial combat.
Falling into a rhythm of watching a lesson and then practicing the movement, it was maybe the third one when she knew she had an observer. After finishing the action, she did not turn to look at the person watching her.
"You can join me if you want. I don't bite. Besides, sometimes the company is nice."
Acacius Aries