Set Fire to the Rain

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Jedi Temple: Tython​

Tython Waterfall Caves


Kiskla was not a meditator. She had no patience, and therefore never found herself reaching out to feel the natural ebb and flow of things on her own accord.

However, she could feel frustration building up inside of her. There had been many outlashes against The Jedi and Republic as of late. Much could be separated from the church and the state, and she was concerned about the direction of The Order as a whole, and where the blame was falling. The amount of disrespect and ineptitude toward their elected official was deterring. There was more, but she bottled it up. It was in this containment that the celestial trapped in her alchemical found great pleasure; he was growing. As a member of the Jedi Council she had to be a pinnacle of light. She was faring impressively considering her chemistry. But, unfortunately, it was such chemistry that meant she found herself just beyond Tython's beautiful gardens.

She had only been sitting cross-legged for so long before she became bored. Then, her weight transferred to her shoulders and she tipped back, laying down in the tall grasses. Golden locks twisted and wove among the grass, as did the loose fabrics of her garments. This was far more comfortable, although slightly unorthodox.
Her slender arms outstretched, with her palms lifted to feel the balmy sway of the grass against her skin. The sun soaked her skin, only assisting the already healthy glow she possessed. Of course, it's hot intensity was dull compared to home.

Her chest rose with a blissful inhale, the scent of the nearby water drifted through the air, and combined with the flora's essence. There was so much life on this planet, there was so much to feel that it reminded her just how small she was.


@[member="A'dele Adonai"] | @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Meeristali Peradun"]

 

[Adele Adonai]

@A'dele Adonai | @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Meeristali Peradun"] | @Kiskla Greyson

It was a beautiful day.

One could not enjoy Tython enough for it’s beauty, but it’s spectacular landscapes belied a most dangerous terrain. Fleshraiders normally conducted raids against the Temple, and not all Fleshraider camps had been completely placed under Jedi Control.

There was also the refugees that had taken Tython as their new home. Politics were involved with what they considered to be their own land. This was the life of a Jedi on Tython. It was filled with danger, diplomacy, and above all else, learning.

The Zabrak Jedi had been contemplating Master Greyson for the past hour, having observed her in her meditation from a distant balcony at the temple. She had sat by the waterfall caves, the thick grasses nearly covering her, and would have hidden her, were it not for A’dele being aware of her position.

The frustration radiating from the Master could be felt; and her brown giving a small wrinkle in seeming curiosity. It wasn’t long before A’dele soon found herself slowly ambling over from the Jedi Temple towards the Waterfall Caves, and when she was within earshot, quietly making the observation, “Master Greyson,” she dipped her head in greeting, the light dancing across the violet tattoos over her alabaster face.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla’s own mental threads had been weaving deeper and deeper into her surroundings so that she was not surprised to hear someone speak her name. She had felt the flux of energy in the surrounding area, and watched it dip and swirl in it’s beautiful metaphysical state.

To react appropriately however, she propped herself up to her elbows and squinted slightly into the sun, seeing a silhouette standing near her. It was unfortunate run-ins like these that reminded her fellow Jedi that she was still quite young, and perhaps wasn’t as imposing as she should have been while holding a seat on the council.

Between lashes, she summed up her visitor while allowing her state of muddled serenity to wash away from her and bury themselves into the soil she sat on.

Once Kiskla recognized the woman from her efforts at Ahto City, a pleasant grin cracked against her hipline. It was unbeknownst to her, however, how just how long the Zabrak had been observing her rather … er..unorthodox methods.

“Knight Adonai,” She greeted, straining at her abdomen to sit upright fully.

“What brings you out here? Care to join me?” Her gesture was reinforced by a gentle man-made breeze running over a patch of lengthly grass.

@[member="A'dele Adonai"]

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

He was spending a lot of time on Tython for a student that was supposedly appended to Ossus. In reality, he floated back and forth. It kept him busy. He wasn't genuinely tied to one Academy or the other, and some would think him strange to travel back and forth between academies that were so far-flung from each other, but the only thing truly tying him to Ossus was the presence of his cousin there. That was it. That was all, and though the other world did hold the allure of jungles - which he and Mara shared the duty of patrolling - one thing Ossus didn't have was waterfalls... at least not like this. Another realm of beauty entirely.

He'd gone for a swim in a pool of water a stone's throw from the waterfall caves, an activity that most Felacatians did not actively engage in, but it had become apparent that he was not 'most'. He thoroughly enjoyed a good dip, but it wasn't something he could justify doing all day, eventually climbing out of the pool, drying off, and redressing himself in a set of padawan-brown robes supplied to him on his first day. It was then that exploring the caves, for one reason or another, seemed like a really good idea. He folded his swim trunks into his towel, and stashed them in a modest sling-bag, and headed for the caves, one of the many places on this world he had yet to explore - the territory was still so very unfamiliar - but it quickly became apparent that he wasn't the only one that had such an idea... or at least a similiar one.

He recollected that Grayson had been at Ahto, and though he recognized her face, he had not spent much time socializing on account of the sheer volume of work there had been. Thus, he knew little of her beyond her name and rank - oddly (to others, perhaps, but not to him) a thing he was okay with. The other woman? He caught the mention of her name through enhanced feline hearing, but about that one... he didn't recall ever seeing her before. The curse of being a 'newbie'. He paused in his tracks before he got too close, bowing his head to them both.

"Master Grayson; Knight Adonai - good day to you both," he spoke, showing a mild smile. He took in the posture of the Master, and his smile grew slightly. "Meditating, I take it?"

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="A'dele Adonai"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

"Oddly enough, yes." Kiskla replied to the new voice; without taking a moment to consider who it belonged to. She was feeling rather calm, and open to admitting her faults "Supposedly a pillar of the Jedi -- something I don't do enough." Faults made her human; something that was necessary when those who were..newer were about. Not that it happened often, but the odd Padawan here and there got a little Master-struck from time to time. She did her best to be flexible and approachable.

"And the day warrants being outdoors." Eyes the colour of the water that cascaded behind them drifted briefly over the one who was just off to @[member="A'dele Adonai"]'s side. Bits of his hair stuck out as if @[member="Meeristali Peradun"] were either really sweaty or wet. It wasn't hot enough to be sweaty -- but then again, she was no master on body's and their functions. She decided to chance it. "How's the water?" She paused, frowning slightly as she cocked her head to one side and rested her elbows on her knees, hands folding into the gap between her slender legs "And I'm sorry, I don't know your name. I did see you assisting in Ahto City however. Thank you for that.

And you too, A'dele. Both of you played an integral part in that venture."

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

A pillar of the Jedi? Yes, he'd heard that. At her comment about the water, Meeristali cracked a grin, and ran a hand through his hair, which was still partially damp, and laughed softly, his tail swishing lazily to one side, coming to rest around his right knee. It was most comfortable to curl it around something, particularly since the movements could be distracting to others. He could make the semi-prehensile appendage go still, but it required less of his mind to simply have it be active in something. Like curling around his leg.

"I don't do enough of it either (a comment to which he attached some lighthearted colour in his tone), and the water's good," he replied, dropping his hand to rest at his side. "Peradun, Master Grayson. Meeristali Peradun."

His grin softened, at her compliment, but he wasn't ever the shy type. Just modest... at times.

"It was good to be useful, ma'am, after a few weeks of floating about, coming to the order, getting through the moderate culture shock... suffice to say, I'm settling in quite well."

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="A'dele Adonai] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Adele Adonai]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

A’dele gave a cordial incline of her head at Master Grayson's welcome. Ice blue eyes went drifting over Kiskla in quiet perusal, no judgement nor any other indication of what her thoughts were behind her rather unorthodox methods of meditating.

Or attempting to mediate to be exact.

“The warm weather,” she said quietly, her listless gaze then drifting over to the Felacatian male.

“The weather is amicable.” she continued, seemingly agreeing with the Master on the current weather. At the mention of the renovation of Ahto city, the Zabrak female gave another incline of her head in seemingly humble gratitude.

“One does what one must, Master Grayson.” she said in a quiet statement, lifting her gaze up as she rested her attention back upon the blonde woman. A’dele too, had long locks of pale blonde hair, but that was rarely seen behind the Voss Mystic cowl she oft wore, leaving only her pale face decorated in lavender tattoos in sight.


“Were you meditating?” came her lightly curious query, blinking lashless eyes lined in dark purple ink of the clan Zabrak tattoos.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

"I was trying to." Kiskla admitted to [member="A'dele Adonai"]'s pointed query. "I've never been very good at it." Another confession, but she may as well. She was more open to learning these days, and she wasn't quite so annoying as when her primary master had tried to tie her down with The Force and relaxing to it's currents and ebbs.

"How are you two? Do you fancy meditating?" A question for both the Zabrak and [member="Meeristali Peradun"] --- both of which she had invited to sit with her.

 

[Adele Adonai]

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]



To say that she fancied meditating was an understatement for the young Zabrak Jedi Knight. She spent hours upon countless hours within the Room of a Thousand Fountains in a seiza posture to simply meditate. To see her elsewhere beyond that and the Healer’s quarters was something of a surprise.

Nonetheless, she gave a quiet and cordial incline of her head in an affirmative. “Meditation is necessary to keep balance and focus.” she said plainly, but if there was more to her words than just that, then it was not evident on her face. She appeared to be the pillar of serenity, quiet as a mouse and easily ignored in the background.

Unlike [member="Meeristali Peradun"], who’s tall broad form would surely have him stand out, if not for that then for his citrine eyes that would draw any sentient in for a good second look.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

While the Knight spoke, the Felacatian took Master Grayson up on her invitation and found himself a place to sit, near Grayson and Adonai, but not so close as to infringe on their personal space - a respectable distance that made most beings comfortable and at ease in the presence of what was at this time still a stranger, which was his relation to these two women. Once settled into a cross-legged position, he too answered the question.

"It's useful," he concurred, "and integral, considering how many skills in the Force require focus, and the ability to attain peace within."

This wasn't something he knew from experience, still being a very green padawan, but from study of documents pertaining to the great many abilities any one individual might be capable of as a Jedi. There were some that interested him a great deal, as he could draw some parallels to his former life, and it made him wonder what he was capable of... but that was for another time, outside of the here and now.

"I haven't done much of it, and I haven't been with this order for very long, but I can see the benefits."

[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]​