Months had gone by where Asher had remained in seclusion. With the exception of the missions that he had been part of, Asher had remained to himself for the most part. He knew Katrine, Eirene, whom he rarely saw, and Umai, the one Lylek bonded him to. It was a sad state of affairs, but the introvert was fine with all of it. Recent weeks had seen him less okay with not knowing who was around him, the people that he had chosen to belong to, and the nagging words of Katrine which had not left his head since Stewjon.
"Curses can be broken..."
In a way the words were like a kick in the pants to get past the idea that people would die if he began to care for them. The Confederacy was his home now, and he would do anything to ensure they all survived. His mission in life was to make the Confederacy thrive, and to see the Mandragora be what no other group could be. While he was lightsided by nature, he saw the value of their neutrality.
Ryloth... Asher didn't even really know what the world had to offer by way of what one could do. His life had consisted of a few things since joining the Confederacy, and most of it revolved around training. Perhaps he would venture out in that regard. Rather than train alone, he would find the training grounds and see what would happen. Of course he was not outgoing enough to try and meet anyone new, but at least he was going to train where he could be seen today.
He stepped into the pit, and pair of dark canvas pants, and loose blue tunic with a deep V neck. The long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and Asher stood ready to walk through some of the forms his Jedi Master friend had taught him. Asher could only think of the man as friend because he had never officially been his master, despite the fact he had trained under the man, and seen him as a mentor.
The dust from the pit scattered about as Asher moved with a sense of grace that man like him should not have been able to move with. Every morning began with these forms, practiced to the point of perfection because his mentor had demanded it. Every one of them were about perfecting his combat movements, and making Asher a formidable opponent when it came to most martial styles. While Asher never sought a fight, it was his every intention that he would be able to finish whatever he found himself in. As he moved through each form, Asher became one with his surroundings. This was his way of meditation. His senses extending, and brushing upon the presence of someone who seemed to be headed in his direction.
His eyes snapped open as he looked over his shoulder.
The Echani... she was Metus apprentice. Asher knew her by sight, and by reputation, but that was all.
[member="Srina Talon"]
"Curses can be broken..."
In a way the words were like a kick in the pants to get past the idea that people would die if he began to care for them. The Confederacy was his home now, and he would do anything to ensure they all survived. His mission in life was to make the Confederacy thrive, and to see the Mandragora be what no other group could be. While he was lightsided by nature, he saw the value of their neutrality.
Ryloth... Asher didn't even really know what the world had to offer by way of what one could do. His life had consisted of a few things since joining the Confederacy, and most of it revolved around training. Perhaps he would venture out in that regard. Rather than train alone, he would find the training grounds and see what would happen. Of course he was not outgoing enough to try and meet anyone new, but at least he was going to train where he could be seen today.
He stepped into the pit, and pair of dark canvas pants, and loose blue tunic with a deep V neck. The long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and Asher stood ready to walk through some of the forms his Jedi Master friend had taught him. Asher could only think of the man as friend because he had never officially been his master, despite the fact he had trained under the man, and seen him as a mentor.
The dust from the pit scattered about as Asher moved with a sense of grace that man like him should not have been able to move with. Every morning began with these forms, practiced to the point of perfection because his mentor had demanded it. Every one of them were about perfecting his combat movements, and making Asher a formidable opponent when it came to most martial styles. While Asher never sought a fight, it was his every intention that he would be able to finish whatever he found himself in. As he moved through each form, Asher became one with his surroundings. This was his way of meditation. His senses extending, and brushing upon the presence of someone who seemed to be headed in his direction.
His eyes snapped open as he looked over his shoulder.
The Echani... she was Metus apprentice. Asher knew her by sight, and by reputation, but that was all.
[member="Srina Talon"]
