Fresh off the shuttle at Ossus (open to any on Ossus)

[Erinyes Draclau]

Pale green eyes turned to [member="Jannik Morlandt"], a rather whimsical smile lightly dancing over cerulean lips. She appeared to study him for a bit, those large eyes peering into his brown, quietly contemplating. Finally she spoke, "Thy art troubled." She began, a light breeze sweeping through the temple, lifting leaves and strands of her hair up into the air for a moment.

The fresh scent of the jungle and moist dirt enveloped them, bringing along the wind the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the wise. Excitement filled the air, a suspenseful desire as the padawan's trekked into the unknown. Meanwhile, the Shi'ido stood quietly, wiggling her bare toes, a soft smile upon her face.

"Why?"

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Any humour present in his face fell from it with that 'why' that [member="Erinyes Draclau"] sent at him... was it actually at him? He blinked slowly, one finger raised up, and his mouth opened, as if he were about to say something and then it clapped shut. Then his hand dropped, his brow knit, and this time he spoke.

"Because, Knight Draclau, if ah don't do something aboot this thing in m'head, ahm going t'lose it!"

Okay, perhaps that was a little too high on the volume, but it was out, out in the open and he was trying not to care what kind of looks it drew his way. He huffed out a breath and raked one hand through his hair in mild agitation. Had he really been holding that in for that long?

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

There was no change in Erinyes’s expression at [member="Jannik Morlandt"] ‘s exclamation, although the slight humor in his break of voice and the medley of rather interesting expressions dance about his face.

He was a rather curious being. So expressive. “Thine emotions flow freely over thine face, Jannik Morlandt. ” there was no malice in her voice, but a curiously warm and friendly note.

Her smile grew a bit wider, her head canting just so to the right as she studied him further, almost as if peering beyond.

“ Dost thou fear what thou see?” she asks him plainly, no judgement in her expression nor in her words. Just simple curiosity.

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

The words of [member="Erinyes Draclau"] struck something in him. Fear? Did he fear it? Wasn't that obvious? His hand disengaged from his hair, and dropped to his side. He drew in a deep, long breath, and let it out slower than it had been taken in.

"Apologies. It's jest..." oh, how could he put this? "...jest that... how d'ye not fear what y'see in y'mind's eye, when it is so real, when it becomes y'world, all-encompassing in its moments, an' when it comes to pass..."

He sighed, deflating slightly, shaking his head.

"...how d'ye not wonder why? Why 'you', an' no-one else? Why am ah this... messenger of things so terrible?"

He raised a hand and gestured about, at nothing in particular.

"What made... th'Force decide that ah'd be fit for th'job? 'Cause ahm stuck with it, ahm told, an' ah 'ave t'live wi'it."

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

"The future is fleeting, ever changing Padawan [member="Jannik Morlandt"]." came her calm and quiet answer, those large green eyes settling upon him with an almost curious expression.

"Thine visions are like shadows; dancing possibilities." she blinked slowly "They art no guarantee --- but possibilities." another blink. "It is thine gift; the sight. To see what cannot be seen. What one may see as terrible, can be in turn hope. Do not fear, but learn to let go.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger and anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. The Darkside clouds everything, clear must thine mind be to see unhindered by fear, anger, and hate.

We art given these gifts to be a light in the Darkness. To be a Jedi Seer is to face the truth and choose -- To give off light or darkness, Padawan Jannik Morlandt. To be a candle for the Order or the night that snuffs it.

Trust in thyself, for thou hast the strength inside willed by the Force"

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Listening to the Shi'ido woman speak, almost plainly, he got the strange sense that she was right. It still didn't make him any less uneasy, but there was truth to her words, and there was choice before him. Well, hadn't he already chosen? Was that not his purpose in being here? Purpose, destiny, did he believe in these things? Perhaps. The fact that he was a seer was so far from coincidence that it had to be written in the stone tablets of his life. These things did not just happen. From what information he had already gathered, this was not some rampantly random draw of luck (bad or good) from the genetic lottery.

But did he feel faith in that?

"Ah just..." he glanced out to nature, a force to be reckoned with that it was. "...ah kenna handle it. No, wha' ah mean is... ah don'know how."

And there it was. His eyes flicked back to [member="Erinyes Draclau"].

"Ah imagine you, as a seer, might know how, is all."

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

[member="Jannik Morlandt"]

“Time, Jannik Morlandt. All things come with time and patience.” a smile would grace Erinyes’ cerulean lips. His lost expression, his desire to make sense of it all reminded her of long ago. Of her father, her family, of Skorn.

A candle in the dark.

“I can guide thee, if thou wish. My light can shine upon thee while thou’s range of sight grows. That is, if thou wishes it?”

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

[member="Erinyes Draclau"]

He breathed out, a lightly shaken breath that he did not realise he had been holding, and nodded.

"Aye, ah wish it," he replied... then looked at her, blinking, "that is, if ye don't mind."

He knew that Kira was alright with it, already. This was entirely at her suggestion, and admittance, that another would better be able to help him in this respect. Then he let off a slightly nerved laugh.

"Accourse ye don't. Y'are offerin'. So, ehm, thanks."

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

[member="Jannik Morlandt"]


There came a nod from the cerulean skinned woman, and a gentle encouraging smile that would dance across her face.


"Do not fret, young padawan. The path may be long, and there will be times that may bring strain, but the Force shall provide thou the strength required to grow and flourish.

Rest for now, we shall begin your studies on the morrow." a pause then a smile, " Master Liadain and I have much to teach you."