The Hermit and the Pilgrim

[Avo]

Some time ago...

A thick, green mist hung low and heavy in the swamps of northern Dagobah. Great silver trees twisted their branches and roots along the planet surface, as shrieks and calls of foreign creatures echoed amongst them. The days here were as unrecognisable as the nights, for the planet seemed to be forever in a stasis of smog, interrupted only by pulses of light coming from tall, heavy fungi that stood at various sizes across the banks of the swamp.
"Such a peculiar place..." hummed a figure in the fog who glided mysteriously along the waters of the swamps, slender, towering and uniquely beautiful amidst her somber backdrop.

Yet she had arrived on the planet for a reason, for rumour had reached her of one who lived in hermitage upon it, one who trained within the Force. Since her exile from her home moon, the Diathim had longed to extend her knowledge of the Force, training under the instruction of all who she could find, and a hermit seemed most appealing to her. In silence, and with a unusual grace, she moved along the surfaces of Dagobah, extending her own connection with the Force to seek the mysterious practitioner who inhabited it.

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[Kiara]

For some people, Dagobah was a place of few stories and even fewer true ones. Kiara was one of these people, though it was a reality that many things do happen in and on the swampy planet on a daily basis, only to be covered up with the background characters. The story of the hermit who lived in the swamps was quite like one of these stories. Buried in the mud, then occasionally picked up to be sprayed off and filled with lies. That is to say, any stories of it that managed to get off Dagobah weren't always true, and if they were, it was even more so rare that the directions to find the hermit were accurate. ​

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Loud chirping continued to echo in Kiara's ear as she gripped onto the thick bark of a heavy tree, still in the placement of screwing in a black lense camera, from only twenty meters in the air. She grunted audibly, struggling to make her efforts worth, but alas, it was quite difficult. This was another flaw of story telling. People always have expectations, people have hope that wasn't there. Kiara did in fact remember at one point when a master Jedi tried to find her to gloat about his success, but never could sort through all of the life that the young hermit was surrounded in. ​

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This time, it was just a lucky find. Out of seemingly no-where the footing of a thick fungus fell off of the tree, and with it Kiara herself. It took what seemed to be minutes, but was only a few miliseconds for the hermit to realize she was falling. Slowly her eyes closed, and as her body flopped harmlessly to the ground, she smiled, a light blue cloak crashing through the air ever so gracefully.​

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