Autumn's Flame
Luric had seemingly become increasingly busy since his arrival on Coruscant recently. The young Atrisian Knight had just gotten back from a rather long-standing sojourn on Geonosis, a more appropriate term would be stranded. The ongoing war had made travel from the outer rim systems a bit harder on everyone whom did not have access to their own ship, it would seem. He'd gotten himself settled with his cousin Briana and her roommate Iris, whom it would seem was also in attendance today, as well as one of his mentors, Master Vanagor. He'd heard that Judah was going to be conducting a class at the Temple on lightsaber techniques and combat, and he was never one to shun a lesson in swordsmanship.
He walked with purpose, as was his custom. Luric Ee'everwest did nothing for the simple sake of doing it. All things had their purpose in this life, and beyond. The Force was always speaking to them as Jedi, even when they chose not to listen. He made it a point long ago to always keep his ears open and his mind attuned. He tried to always be observant in all that he did, but lately, he'd been a bit bewildered by the sudden influx of so much energy and feeling. Truly, there was every emotion one could think of to sample from, no matter if it were but a few grains worth or an entire ocean.
Coming to a halt, he waited a few moments before addressing Judah with a respectful reverence. "Greetings, Master Lesan. I apologize for my tardiness, I do hope I might still participate."