Bolt From The Black
CORUSCANT
Today was Drystan's day devoted fully to training.
He laid beneath a tree in the courtyard, leaned against its trunk as he began to daydream. The hours before his well-earned break had been filled with intense training—his effort and stamina pushed to the very brink. Now, he enjoyed a well-earned nap in the tranquility of the temple courtyard, Jedi of varying ranks passing him by along the pathways around the tree, going about their day as the Shadow rested.
He remembered his master's teachings—one moment in particular when Drystan had trained all day and night, pushing himself to exhaustion to the detriment of his progress. His master had reminded him that rest was just as important as the training that came before and after. It was a lesson he had forgotten in the days after becoming a Knight and a Shadow, but as he slowly reintegrated with the Order and its members, he began to return to healthier habits—even if he still lapsed from time to time.
But for now, he was more than relaxed. He'd let recovery come naturally, letting his body decide when it was ready to move again—rather than pushing it past what was good for it.
