The Colours of the Sun [Thurion and Stephanie]

[Coci Heavenshield]

Voss
Late Afternoon

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]​

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She stood with her hands behind her back, one rested gently in the other and her face turned to the later afternoon sun. Voss is yellow, at least at this time of the day, although Grace was not with the knowledge if this was normal but the glow of the soft sun was pleasing to mind, body and soul. She allowed her eyes to close, feeling her skin drink in the warmth of the sun and it felt so nice after having spent several months on Midvinter. Not a snow flake in sight, not a icy cold breeze to set the blood to stone, only the waving grass biding her welcome.

The living force sat on this land, among the vibrant life of both flora and fauna, with the distant mountain ranges and many many plains which held all the unwritten history of this planet. Although there is plenty within libraries across the galaxy. Much dark history, and light, wars and displacement and now the home to an Order of Jedi called the Silvers by all accounts. Odd name really, Silver Jedi. She had to wonder if they glowed white? She smiled at her own silly thought.

This silliness however, was a means to an end. Trying to hide her nervous nature and fidgeting, which is brought about by her own making. Grace has come to Voss in order to meet someone who she believes to be her cousin, in tow is her Padawan, Stephanie who stands among the fields of swaying grasses not far from her. Grace's eyes are lured to her, wondering what she thinks of the place, and no doubt enjoying the warm weather as much as she. Most likely relishing being back among a more modern society but for Grace, she missed her new home on Midvinter.

Behind the two girls is the Silver Temple some way in the distance. A sensation through the force pulled Grace's gaze toward the steps, she could just make out the doors open and standing alone on the utmost platform is a figure, with hair as golden as the glow of the afternoon sun.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Voss. Not far from the ice world of Midvinter but looking a million miles away. Warm oranges, cool reds, browns and greens - it was a planet bathed in nature. It was warm and fresh. It was alive. Stephanie Swail could feel it.

Standing a little back from Grace, the mysterious Jedi who had taken her under her wing, and to whom she bore an undying loyalty to after the faith placed in her, Steph stood with her shield strapped to her back. She stood tall, respectful as she had during military line-ups and drills serving the Republic. She wasn't sure why she was here, but she knew Grace was looking for someone.

Secretly, Grace wanted to meet someone - some people - herself, but that was a secret for now. She wasn't going to expect anything or believe the stories until proven true.

A flock of birds flew overhead and called out.

There was a peace to the planet, with a large temple behind acting like a beacon of security. These Silver Jedi had a reputation. Stephanie was optimistic it was true.

[member="Grace Vhalorious"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Thurion didn't really know what to expect from this meeting - arranged by his brother of all people. All his message said was that one Jedi master and her padawan wished to meet with him in person, and so he found himself standing atop the entrance stairway to greet them.

From what he could tell atop the stairs both women were clearly devoted to the light, judging by their combined aura shining like a beacon of hope. Just how it should be. Their blonde hair could be seen from where he stood, caught in the gentle breeze as they ascended the stairs step by step.

In the back of his head, however, Thurion was still shaken over the loss of his oldest friend. Connor was gone, perhaps forever. This wasn't the first time he'd walked out on the Order for selfish reasons, but those times he had not bothered to say goodbye. This time he had done just that, which only made Thurion worry he has truly lost his closest friend.

Nevertheless, once the two Jedi visitors reached the top of the stairs he would greet them with a welcoming smile and humble bow.

[member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Grace Vhalorious"]​

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

"Come Stephanie, we are to meet with the Grand Master of the Silver Jedi .. his name is Thurion Vhal ..", she stopped herself realising her mistake, "Heavenshield". Waiting for her Padawan to walk by her side, the two soon crossed the open lawns and met the steps leading up to the main doors. The Silver Temple, she was led to believe they called it, was a place of refinement in design, and pulsing from the interior was the lightside of the force, as if it was the Temple's heart beat. It was strong and she had to wonder what was the source of it. Of course the Temple is filled with Jedi of all ranks and ages and strengths but it was more then that and once inside Grace would discover the large blue crystal that adorned the main entrance which had been infused with the lightside by many a master and knight the day the doors opened.

But this was only a temporary lapse in thought, and a means in which Grace kept the nerves away as she finally reached the top platform to stand in front of her cousin. Her emerald green eyes raised from the ground to his face and found familiar eyes looking back. It was not so much the colour of them but rather the shape, the same as her mother's which are the same as his mother's, so she had been told. Grace could see the resemblance to Thyrian there as well, it was without a doubt they are brothers of the same blood, her blood.

A troubled mind read on his brow, with lines of experience etched with worry, it comes with the job she supposed. A heavy responsibility of leading men and women, protection of lives within your 'embrace' and continual trouble with fighting the evils of the galaxy atop it all. People believe that evil only exists in the Sith, not so of course, poverty, slavery, all manner of crimes constitute evil and each and every one deserves the fight. Stephanie will learn of this one day, too soon really as she is still a young girl with barely any experience in life's adventures. All to soon she will be thrust on to it and Grace hoped she would be able to prepare her for it all. No one is ever going to succeed in such teaching, Jedi Master's believing such are foolish but they can provide and pass on what they can and hope that their students will become better then the master.

"Thurion?", of course it was he, but she had to utter his name if for nothing other then certainty. But how does one start such a conversation as this? A fraction of ones past standing before you, having never know of their existance. "Your brother told me where to find you, that you would be here", she shuffled in place uncertain of herself. "I am Grace .. Vhalorious".

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[member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

At the mention of the name Heavenshield, Stephanie felt herself light on her feet for a minute.

Thurion Heavenshield...the Heavenshields of the Silver Jedi! Of course!

Autopilot kicked in and she started to walk in a daze to the might temple, probably the biggest she'd seen. However she wasn't paying attention to the architecture, for this one was of the names she had studied and read about in her training with the Republic. And now she was going to meet him.

Her heart raced a little, and a giddy smile crossed her face as they walked together to the Order. As they came to be before him, reminding her of the people on Midvinter, Steph looked to him, a tight smile beamed across her face as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and folded her arms...and uncrossed them...then folded them, and then held them behind her back.

"Master Heavenshield, it is...an honour. My name is Stephanie Swail, and I am a servant of the Light and the Jedi."

She lowered her head and closed her eyes. She felt a wonderful, soothing wave between them all, a gentle and kind aura.

[member="Grace Vhalorious"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As the two appeared before him and greetings were exchanged, Thurion noted the excitement in [member="Stephanie Swail"]'s words and mannerisms. It was obvious that she was a bit star-struck, which only made Thurion chuckle in response. But when the older woman spoke of his brother, and more importantly her name, it suddenly became very clear as to why Thyrian had arranged for this visit in the first place, as well as why he'd skimped out on the details upon contacting him.

"Vhalorious..." he repeated in sheer disbelief and surprise, eyes widened at the revelation. "You're... from Alderaan, I take it?" Not waiting for her to give him an answer, Thurion slowly stepped towards her. He reached out to her, his hand coarse from a life of struggle gently caressing her cheek while taking in her every feature. A brief image of his mother - his birth mother, that is - flashed before his eyes, the way she had appeared to him that one time on Tabaqui. A tender smile appeared on his lips.

Without further hesitation he pulled her in for an embrace, lifting her off the ground from sheer joy and excitement. He spun them around a few times as a laugh escaped his lips, before setting her back down. It all seemed to surreal, having a member of his mother's family stand before him here on Voss. "Hi, Grace," he greeted her again, this time more akin to how a boy would. "I'm Thurion."

[member="Grace Vhalorious"]​

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Her arms folded around his neck and shoulders as she was so effortlessly lifted off the ground. She understood now, after spending time on Midvinter the might and power of the Valkyri, and Thurion and Thyrian have that blood. Grace let out a laugh of joy, the quest promised to the mother had been completed and they are alive and well, as they can be. And equally, she reverted to childhood, a young girl happen to see her cousin.

Once on solid ground again, she smiled "Hello Thurion, I'm Grace", she laughed once more. "Stephanie and I have come to see you, but also the Silver Jedi and Temple .. I think my Padawan hungers for more modern outlooks and can do with some training within your walls, you see we have been all this while on Midvinter". Knowing he would understand Midvinter is not a place for everyone, even though it is a place of majesty.

"I believe I have more family to meet, and I look forward to that as well, but I do hope you and I can .. catch up". Regardless this was the first meeting, and that both of them did not know of the others existence until recently, there was stories to tell and to get to know him.

Yet she studied him further, taking in his features which was so akin to her own, more so then Thyrian, and within them she could see her own mother there and no doubt .. the features of her aunt. Yet a strong brow would be that if his fathers. "Your eyes, so blue beyond anything I have seen before, yet I feel as though I know them" her own emerald eyes mirroring that of his mother's look deep into his soul. Unwavering loyalty to the lightside, to family, to the Order. A greatness in him very few would see or recognise, a greatness very few would give him credit for. It is the way of it.

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[member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]​

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As Grace marvelled upon his eyes, Thurion settled his hand upon her soft cheek with a smile. Yet there would be a sadness behind them as he spoke next. "I have my father's eyes. Thyrian was the one blessed with our mother's eyes, before..." He paused. Did his cousin know the reason behind his brother's fate? It was something Thyrian seldom spoke of to anyone, least of all someone he cared about. "Well, you've seen him for yourself. Hardly a condition one is born with." That would have to suffice for now, although he suspected this would only end up adding to Grace's curiosity on the matter. A conversation for another time.

Clearing his throat, Thurion then turned to face the young padawan and took a step towards her. "Now then, let's have a look at you." He placed a hand upon her shoulder, offering her a reassuring squeeze while eyes gazed into her very being. She was strong, physically as well as mentally, yet there was a frailty hidden beneath that. In a way she reminded him of Connor when the two first met all those years ago on the Citadel steps of Rhen Var. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head, however, he focused on the here and now.

"You pick your apprentices well, Master Vhalorious," he said with a smile. "Or perhaps the Force picks them for you. I foresee great things for you, Miss Swail," he offered a nod. "Trust the guidance of your master, Stephanie. Trust the Force. But more than this," he said as he placed two fingers first upon her forehead, then her chest. "Trust your mind and your heart. Believe in yourself, and you can do anything."

Thurion then turned to Grace and reached for her hand, raised it to his lips for a tender kiss. There was simply no containing his joy at being reunited with a lost relative. "The others will be ecstatic to meet you, cousin. Unfortunately both Théo and Nina are off-world conducting Jedi buisness, but Coci should be around here somewhere. But firstly, let's give you guys the full tour of the temple." He gestured for master and padawan to join him for a walk, Grace on his arm walking beside him.

"So, I take it you met our family's latest addition while visiting Midvinter? How is little Thrand?"

[member="Grace Vhalorious"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]​

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Steph just smiled, contently, being around a Heavenshield in a place as mighty as the Silver Jedi. The two relations were enjoying their time of reconciliation, and the young solider simply stood, smiled and took it all in. Joy was such a wonderful emotion to see.

It caught her by surprise; the firm hand of a Heavenshield on her shoulder, and she looked straight at him, as if being evaluated for a high-ranking promotion. She casually puffed her chest out a little more, stood a little taller, head a little higher. He spoke wise words, but there was a sorrow in the corner of his eyes as he spoke.

"Bless you, Master Thurion," she said with a small nod of the head.

She placed her hand where his fingers had been on her chest and she inhaled slowly. She had to find her calling…she just had to.

Happy to stand back and let the family lead, Steph linked her hands behind her back and followed, taking in everything she could. The architecture. The sounds. The smells. The lights. The colours. And names – so many names! Another one stuck out – Coci. Coci Sinopi? There was so much she wanted to ask. So many questions.

Who else would she meet to fuel her desire for greatness and success?

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Grace Vhalorious"]