Something in the wind

[Rashae 1a]

The bulk freighter Captain was a gruff surly man but found that to get good food he had to be at least passing cordial and the little lady they had running their kitchen did not care for cussing. They were laid over at Sanctuary for fuel, supplies and additional business. A bulk freighter made its credits by hauling goods around the galaxy. Their jobs came from all over the galaxy. Today they graced the orbit of Sanctuary.

Danuae looked out the view port. Her eyes furrowed as she looked down at the system. Whispers of the force edged around her as she tilted her head to the left as she lifted her ear as if to hear something. It was an unconscious gesture that was unneeded really but it occurred anyway. Something was down there. She gathered her satchel and back pack and asked the Captain how long they were there. They had a few days. The young looking jedi went down to the surface. It may have taken her several shuttle or speeder hops to get to a particular Island that 'felt'' right.

“Alright. What is it you need to tell me?” She said to the air around her as she started walking the Island. It was a largish Island as the tip tap of her staff on the stone walk could be heard in between the duller thumps of the soil. She thought she must come back here to check out the seaweed varieties.

Danuae felt a growing presence. It was like a beacon to her. Her direction changed towards that presence. Her little self could be seen coming around the corner or the bend of the pathway barely seen due to the foliage and rock. It was seldom used it seemed. The presence grew stronger and perhaps more individual. The flow of the force said this way. The white robed hooded figure would be seen approaching the safe location some force users have taken too since some bounty had been placed on the jedi. That's what she heard anyway.

The white hood turned around as if looking as the hood came down to reveal the fair lady jedi underneath with hopeful warm golden brown eyes. “Hello?”

@Ar'ekk Daesharacor

 

[Arekk]

A tremor in the Force grew strong in Sanctuary, as if fate was drawing Ar'ekk and someone to meet. This was a sensation he has not be able to replicate in years, ever since the day he left the slums of Coruscant at an early age. However, due to his lack of proper training on this matter this mere feeling was simply that of an ordinary sensation, paying no mind to it.

Ar'ekk was busy working on the Ebon Hawk's repairs by the beach side, the marine breeze hitting hard as well as the sunrays touching down with extreme but comfortable warmth. The sand did not feel rough that day either, it was a perfect afternoon. He was in need of some supplies and to get them, he had to go back within the city. A rocky pathway lead up towards civilization when all of the sudden, he felt a voice calling for him.

There, a white hooded lady stood still near the rocks who uttered a faint greeting. It was only them at the time since the beach side was unoccupied at that time of the day or so he thought, at least. He froze like if time did as well, clashing glances with [member="Danuae Verdegrande"], no words coming out of his mouth at all.