Private The Winds of Change

[Jonyna Si]

Lidom Yilvar, Cathar
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TAG: Azurine Varek

With the Cathar temple fully ready, Jonyna wished to break it in with a familiar lesson. She had since learned that group lessons were...tricky. But Azurine seemed to be exactly the type of person Jonyna could handle. Personal lessons, much more her speed.

The light drizzle let Jonyna focus on the task ahead. She'd be teaching Azurine how to manipulate the weather, a skill Jonyna often used to bring down wrath to those who deserved justice. Not a concept she flaunted, nor one she abused.

But it would start with the philosophy. It would start with Jonyna explaining the nature of this.

It would start with Azurine arriving through the storm.

The temple's landing pads specifically set up so only a force sensitive pilot could brave the eternal storm without worry of crashing into the mountain. She hoped Outlyer was one skilled enough to do so, even if the rain was light at the moment.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Playing With Storms

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Companion: Cinnamon
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine tightened her grip on the ship’s controls, her fingers steady despite the turbulence rocking the small craft. The storm was not as fierce as it could be, but the Cathar mountain range had a way of twisting the weather into something alive, something hostile. The rain lashed against the viewport, thick and relentless, blurring her vision. But Azzie had long since learned to rely on more than just her eyes.

She extended her senses outward, honing her aura sight. The Force pulsed around her, a web of currents and motion. She could feel the mountain's jagged peaks, the whipping winds, the precarious cliffs—each obstacle lighting up in her mind like blips on a radar. It wasn’t perfect; the feedback was faint and demanded intense focus—nothing like Aadihr Lidos —but it was enough. If only she could ask him to teach her more...

Above her, Cinnamon clung to her head, her small claws tangled in her hair. She chirped nervously, her usual mischievous energy subdued by the storm's roar. “It’s just a little rain, Cinnamon. We can handle it.” She muttered, though her tone betrayed her own tension. She wasn’t afraid of storms, but she respected their power.

The ship’s landing gear scraped against the platform as she touched down, not as smoothly as she would’ve liked, but solid. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Cinnamon relaxed her grip, chittering in what sounded like relief. It reminded her of the first time she had landed at the Hole base on Utapau, but a bit rougher. That had always been one hell of a difficult place to land as well.

Stepping out into the drizzle, Azzie tipped her head back to let the rain cool her flushed face. Poor Cinnamon, however, squealed in protest and instantly crawled to her back to hide under her cloak, an action that made her chuckle. Jonyna was waiting near the temple’s entrance, her presence steady against the storm’s fury. As Azzie approached, the storm's energy seemed to match her simmering anticipation. She couldn’t wait to learn, though she wasn't quite sure what the subject was going to be just yet.

"I'm sure you had a reason for having me come out here on my own, but I don't think the mechanics at Coruscant are going to appreciate having to fix the springs in the landing gear." She teased, finding a place under the building for Cinnamon to come out, the tiny baby shaking rapidly and flinging water out of her fur.

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Azurine Varek​

"I can have you swing by my home-tree later. Si Tech'll fix anything that's broken." Jonyna assured. "And yes, there is a reason."

Jonyna seemed to idly look up, letting the raindrops streak across her face. "The storm is light right now. One bad days, it feels like slugthrowers pelting you. There's a power to it, I've always felt."

Her tone was distant, before she turned and looked to Azurine with a smile. "I'm gonna teach you have to befriend it."

Her word choice was deliberate. One does not control a storm. One does not control the Force.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Playing With Storms

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Companion: Cinnamon
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine blinked, Jonyna’s words ringing in her ears. Befriend the storm? Her mind raced with the implications. She had always respected the untamable nature of things a planet could produce, the way it wove through the galaxy like the very storms Jonyna described—chaotic, unrelenting, yet undeniably alive. The idea that one could commune with something so wild, let alone form a bond with it, struck her as absurd. And yet, as the rain soaked through her cloak and dripped from her horns, a flicker of awe sparked in her chest. Clearly, there was so much about the Force that she had yet to learn.

Cinnamon, now only half-dry, clung to her shoulder, occasionally chirping indignantly at the weather. "Befriend it?" Azzie finally said, her voice edged with incredulity. "You're serious? People can do that?"

The storm rumbled above, low and distant, as if in response. Her steps faltered. Could she even pull off something like that? It wasn't as though she could see her own aura; she couldn't see it for herself, the strength of her own Force presence, and the doubt she carried with her from even the beginning of her training was something she couldn’t quite shake. To her, this seemed like something that was out of her grasp, far beyond her capabilities.

Finally, she managed to pull out a single question from her lingering thoughts, "How?"

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Azurine Varek

"In my language, the Force is often referred to as 'The Storm of Life', Tak Lygala Dom Si. Of just... Lygala, for short." Jonyna noted, as the storm began to twist and swirl. Little vortexes forming about a mile below them down the mountain. The beginning of a tornado. "The Cathar saw the Force is every-present. Surrounding you at all times, throughout your life. It was something I struggled with, but...it's alive. The Force. The storm. It's all the same. A creature so vast some of us believe we can control it." Jonyna paused, looking down as the funnel cloud began to form.

She got quiet as the twister began to rip up rocks and twirl them through the air. It was by no means a powerful tornado, but even a small one could knock you on your feet and leave you wounded.

"We called that Nugala. The dark side. The arrogance of an individual."

The funnel cloud seemed to track west to east, a visual spectacle to anyone not in it's path.

"But...one gifted in Lygala, it is believed that we can speak with it. Commune with the storm."

Jonyna held out a hand, and suddenly the tornado stopped, still violently spinning, but stopped in one spot, her hand shifted, and the funnel seemed to follow it. "The Force is an animal, Azurine, just like any other. You can either abuse it to do what you wish...or ask it nicely. Trust it to be there for you when you need it."

 

[Azurine Varek]

Playing With Storms

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Companion: Cinnamon
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine watched Jonyna's hand raise, the swirling tornado halting its furious dance at the simple gesture. Her heart beat harder, though she tried to suppress it. There was something unsettling about how easily the Cathar controlled the storm—no, how she spoke to it, as if it were a living thing.

Trust it to be there when you need it... The words echoed in her mind, and she could feel the storm's pull, its raw power. The Force, alive as Jonyna had described it, hummed in the air around her. For a moment, she could almost feel the Force swirling beneath her skin, crawling through her veins, and she knew—she knew—what it was like to stand on the edge of something vast.

"Is it always this easy for you?" Azzie finally asked, her voice thick with both awe and doubt. She didn’t think she had the right words for what she felt. A fear, maybe. Fear of letting go. Her heart skipped a beat. Trust. The word hung in the air, heavy, almost foreign to her. Trust the Force. Trust herself. That was a lesson she’d struggled with for the entirety of her training.

Her hands clenched into fists, and she took a steadying breath, forcing herself to meet Jonyna’s gaze. There was something calm in the Cathar’s eyes, a serenity that she couldn’t quite understand. It was as if she saw the storm not as a threat, but as an old friend. Her fingers twitched at her sides, and she spoke, her voice low but steady. “If the Force is an animal… what happens when it decides not to listen?”

Jonyna Si​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Azurine Varek

"Is it always this easy for you?"

"Sylvar, no." Jonyna chuckled, as her hand idly led the twister along. "For years, I could only do basic telekinesis. Little things, trying to keep on the run. Once upon a time, I would've marveled at this myself. But..."

She paused, letting Azurine speak again. The way the girl looked to her was as if the Force scared her.

“If the Force is an animal… what happens when it decides not to listen?”

Jonyna let out a sigh, letting go of the tornado and letting it naturally peter out. "You trust it. Sometimes the Force sees ahead of you, per say. Don't ever admit you're smarter than the Force itself, trust me. But...other times, it just means it thinks you're not doing things for the right reasons. The Force trusts you just as much as you need to trust it. To be a good person, to be a hero." Jonyna paused, letting out a sigh, before sitting down cross-legged as she looked down on the path the tornado had left.

To an untrained eye, it just looked like a bunch of overturned boulders, soil tossed about, and small creatures now left with their homes ruined.

But to Jonyna...

It was a new beginning. A time for new life to start, to find a new place.

"When I was being trained by my mother, she told me a code that wasn't the one the jedi had told. The Order had died, she figured, and the old code couldn't be relied on in such a time as we were in. Instead..."

Jonyna's voice became practiced, as she spoke.

"Do Good, even when it is inconvenient.
Protect the Innocent, for you are their shield.
Fight Evil where it stands, with both kindness and fury.
Above all else, survive. You are one of few. Do not let the Light die out."

Jonyna looked to Azurine, letting a smile form across her face. "When I was young, I believed the Force would follow me in that path. And in places...it didn't. I learned the hard way that being a jedi meant more than just throwing myself in the way of blaster bolts that would hit innocents. One day, I had to learn that the Force only sees what you are on the inside."