Like the tender fire of stars.

[Vulihr Vorenuss]

Surviving the jungle atmosphere takes much more than a strong connection to the Force. It requires the little things, practical skills that have to be learned through actions, not words. Many choose to remain in the temple for that reason alone. It affords safety and comfort. A shield from the elements, a cooler environment in which to learn and study. But to young Vulihr, a Jedi's mission should be to live at one with his or her surroundings. He lifts his hands in front of him, allowing the pale flames to warm his skin as the gas giant in the sky sinks below the horizon. To the young man, the environment before him knows no color, a bi-product of his non physical vision. The young man reaches up to the knot behind his head, tightening the blindfold so it rests neatly against the bridge of his nose. His senses begin to drift outward, a natural farsight, as he begins to relax in a meditative stance. The night's creatures wander through the forests around him, howling at their bretheren. Whisper birds and woolamanders. His right hand moves behind his head once more, this time to pull the brown hood of his cloak over his head.

His sight clouds for a moment as a flash of blue light crosses his field of vision. Bright, crackling like the fire in front of him. A being whose not in any way trying to hide. No Sith. No bounty hunter. The Miralukan reaches toward a wooden staff, lifting himself onto his feet to take full notice of the intruder. Another flash.

"Who goes there?" The young man's voice echoed through the jungle, his senses narrowing on the figure who now draws ever closer to the small enclave he's built for himself in the depths of Yavin's jungle.

...

Seconds of bellowing silence. The flames continue to lick at the jungle floor. As the older man makes his presence known, Vulihr delivers a bow of respect. A face he's only seen in passing. But his aura, the flickering blue, stands out among the underbrush.

"Master Nytrau. What brings you so far into the forest?"

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[Ilias Nytrau]

OOC: Apologies for the wait!

While he had called the forests of Laekia and his modest cabin within them home for many years, a handful of the most recent ones had been spent primarily on the fourth moon of Yavin, at the main site of the Network: the Yavin Jedi Praxeum. Though most of his duties kept him close to the primary Massassi temple, he had a particular liking for the sheer degree of energy in the ecosystems of jungles and forests. The greatest of these had been on Mimban, at the Temple of Pomojema, when the Kaiburr Crystal was in proximity - but he had not seen that jewel in centuries; doubtless it had changed hands too many times to count.

As he still maintained an abode in the depths of a forest, a long jaunt out into the depths of the jungles of the moon was hardly uncharacteristic. On these long walks, he would open himself up to the guidance of the Force, taking his direction from it, rather than depending solely on his physical senses to decide where to go, and when the purposefully modest stretch of his senses caught a complex life-form, it piqued the touch of curiosity he had about him that was essential to the momentum of life.

"Who goes there?"

He smiled, but said nothing and kept walking. Soon enough, he found himself faced with a young man that he too had only seen in passing, but the registry of students gave him the information he needed - he tended to keep a special eye out for those that were most suited to the path of a consular, particularly those that were likely to be seers or healers: two of the rarest roles to have a natural inclination. Some of the most treasured, carefully guarded Jedi in the Old Order.

"Master Nytrau. What brings you so far into the forest?"

The half-K'paur master blinked slow.

"I would have known if I was in a forest, Padawan Vorenuss," he said with a light touch of cheek to his words, "but to answer your question, places such as this are absolutely teeming with life, with the Force. Moreso, I find, the further you are away from civilization and the groups that aspire to or mimic it, that it is one of the best places for meditations," he adopted a slow grin, "once you get past the litany of noises that nature provides!"

He looked the Padawan over, top to bottom, then the rudimentary construct he appeared to have built.

"And you? Why are you all the way out here, then?"

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