Ryn'Dhal
Silver Shroud
It was a beautiful day here on Voss. And this day, the young Knight could be found in his little clearing, deep in the forests surrounding the Academy. He'd ensured his BB unit delivered the holopad with instructions to the location to the hands of one [member=Kianna Auli'i].
The clearing was beautiful, a peaceful steam babbling through, and a large tree in the center, just shy of the steam. Upon her arrival, the Padawan would see the familiar sight of her Master. Cloak, helmet, gloves and boots set in a near pile beneath the tree, next to a wicker basket.
The Knight himself stood in the open, those two silver bladed dancing about his body. His eyes remained closed, as he seemed to glide about in an intricately graceful martial dance, interweaving both the circular, defence form of Soresu, and occasionally an acrobatic maneuver of the Ataru form. The dance was as deadly as it was beautiful, the purifying silver a compliment to the dark enigma that was the furry Felacatian.
After a few moments, both blades would retract as the knight returned to a neutral position. A long, slow, deep breath was taken, before those ears turned, angled at Kianna. A smile cut across feline features as his eyes opened. Turning to face his Padawan, the furry Knight spoke. "It is good to see you, my Padawan. I trust the hike wasn't too arduous?"
The clearing was beautiful, a peaceful steam babbling through, and a large tree in the center, just shy of the steam. Upon her arrival, the Padawan would see the familiar sight of her Master. Cloak, helmet, gloves and boots set in a near pile beneath the tree, next to a wicker basket.
The Knight himself stood in the open, those two silver bladed dancing about his body. His eyes remained closed, as he seemed to glide about in an intricately graceful martial dance, interweaving both the circular, defence form of Soresu, and occasionally an acrobatic maneuver of the Ataru form. The dance was as deadly as it was beautiful, the purifying silver a compliment to the dark enigma that was the furry Felacatian.
After a few moments, both blades would retract as the knight returned to a neutral position. A long, slow, deep breath was taken, before those ears turned, angled at Kianna. A smile cut across feline features as his eyes opened. Turning to face his Padawan, the furry Knight spoke. "It is good to see you, my Padawan. I trust the hike wasn't too arduous?"