Autumn's Flame
[Luric's Soundscape: The Sun]
Bare feet, running across an open, lush field of green, the sun shining brightly in the sky above. The laughter of children as they scampered and played outside on a perfect Nubian day. He could hear her voice, laughing and teasing him as they chased one another around the trees in the wood.
"Come on, Lu-Lu! Catch me if you can!" the younger little girl called out as they ran. It seemed like the best day ever, one that he wished would never stop. A simple, perfect day of fun. "C'mon, it's time to wake up."
Eh? Wake up? They were out on the grounds of the estate... what did she mean by 'wake up'?
"Sir, we've arrived, it's time to wake up."
Luric stirred in his seat upon the transport ship, a droid attendant gently nudging him awake. Must have fell asleep. Happened to him more often than not, these days. Placing a hand at his side, he could feel the hilt of his lightsaber still securely attached by it's loop on his hip. Nodding to the droid, he offered no smile, no kindness in return. Just a simple, curt nod. Standing up, he watched as various passengers began to move along, getting their bags and gathering personal effects as they all began to disembark. They had indeed arrived at their destination; a starport on the city-planet of Coruscant, only a short walk from the Jedi Temple. Taking his own knapsack from under his seat, he slung it over his shoulder, and began to exit the vessel with the rest of his fellow passengers. All shapes, all sizes, all races, colors, and creeds. A true melting pot of sentient life if ever there were one. And among them, a lone figure who seemed to belong, yet seemed so out of place.
Luric stepped off the landing ramp onto the platform below, and moved a few steps to the side, taking pause. He stood there, looking up at the millenia old building that housed the New Jedi Order. It was wondrous to behold, that was never in doubt. Emotions flooded him at the sight, as truly, all he really could think of was home. Of Naboo, of the estate, and more importantly, of his family. He had heard rumors that they thought him dead, gone from the mortal coil during the recent events that shook, rocked, and nearly destroyed his homeworld. Still, he always moved forward. The Force was his ally, his guardian, his friend, and his guide. He listened to it as if it were one of the wise old Masters itself, whispering to him the knowledge he would need to take that next step. And he let it guide him, as he always had. And this was where he was meant to be, or so he felt, as the Force guided his path always. Moving along the pathway, he would eventually find himself within the grand entry way to the Temple proper. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, he stood like a plliar in the middle of those whom made their way back and forth, amid the hustle and bustle of temple life.
And in that moment, Luric would simply kneel down, placing his hands upon his knees, and close his eyes. He was overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his surroundings, and the life-forces of all that dwelled within the temple. So, he began to meditate right there, centering himself and letting the Force flow through him like a mighty river, never trying to control it, but to listen to it's sound as the ripples of energy flowed as they always did. It was an odd place for one to meditate, but then again, there was nothing quite 'par-for-the-course' for the Jedi Ronin known as Luric Ee'everwest.
After all, sometimes the best way to find what you were looking for was to simply stop looking altogether.
Briana Sal-Soren
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Judah Lesan
Luric stepped off the landing ramp onto the platform below, and moved a few steps to the side, taking pause. He stood there, looking up at the millenia old building that housed the New Jedi Order. It was wondrous to behold, that was never in doubt. Emotions flooded him at the sight, as truly, all he really could think of was home. Of Naboo, of the estate, and more importantly, of his family. He had heard rumors that they thought him dead, gone from the mortal coil during the recent events that shook, rocked, and nearly destroyed his homeworld. Still, he always moved forward. The Force was his ally, his guardian, his friend, and his guide. He listened to it as if it were one of the wise old Masters itself, whispering to him the knowledge he would need to take that next step. And he let it guide him, as he always had. And this was where he was meant to be, or so he felt, as the Force guided his path always. Moving along the pathway, he would eventually find himself within the grand entry way to the Temple proper. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, he stood like a plliar in the middle of those whom made their way back and forth, amid the hustle and bustle of temple life.
And in that moment, Luric would simply kneel down, placing his hands upon his knees, and close his eyes. He was overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his surroundings, and the life-forces of all that dwelled within the temple. So, he began to meditate right there, centering himself and letting the Force flow through him like a mighty river, never trying to control it, but to listen to it's sound as the ripples of energy flowed as they always did. It was an odd place for one to meditate, but then again, there was nothing quite 'par-for-the-course' for the Jedi Ronin known as Luric Ee'everwest.
After all, sometimes the best way to find what you were looking for was to simply stop looking altogether.
Briana Sal-Soren
|
Judah Lesan
