Serys of Selvaris
"The clearing is just ahead. We should have our venue then, and we shall see what the other is made of." Ran smiled mischievously as she looked over her shoulder at Orion. She was looking forward to a friendly duel with a fellow knight, one she had only recently met. It was too rare that she wasn't fighting for her life. It was also of significant interest to her that Orion was mirialan. She didn't often have a chance to spend time with the people of her homeworld and Jedi business kept her away from it for long bouts, much longer than she'd like.
Ran looked at the diamonds on the back of her hands and was reminded of her most recent journey to mirial. The tattoos represented a journey to the unfamiliar and a return to the known. She noticed that Orion had significantly more tattoos than her, and wondered how often he made it back to Mirial and the meanings they carried as most Mirialan tattoos held meaning. Questions she'd made a note to ask later as they came into the clearing free of jungle brush.
A ray of sunlight shone down on it through a gap in the jungle canopy overhead. A brook babbled nearby, and native birds whistled and sang. There were a few rocks by the wayside perfect for sitting. The clearing would be a great place to meditate, but meditate they would not.
Ran, wasting no time to get to their true purpose in the clearing, took her position across from Orion and ignited her sapphire lightsaber. It hummed brilliantly and steadily. The powerpack was fresh, and she had recently made some internal alterations to the lightsaber's internal circuitry. "Any words before we begin, Orion?" She questioned. "Are you sure you don't want to back out?" She joked.
