When Braze reached out with the Force, it was like the last flicker of a dying ember, warm yet fragile. His connection, once a roaring flame, now sputtered in the cold winds of doubt and loss. The energy within him was still present, but it was dim, barely holding onto the heat of what once was. Each attempt to connect felt like blowing on that ember, hoping to coax it back to life, yet fearing it might extinguish altogether.
This fading light made his efforts delicate, almost hesitant, as if any sudden movement might snuff it out completely. But within that ember, there was still a hint of warmth. Tenderly, he found his way into the invited entry, where he tried to synch his consciousness with Aris's, carefully aligning their energies as he focused on the crystals.
As Braze reached out, the connection between him and Aris acted as a fragile lens, concentrating their combined energies into a single, focused beam. Together, they called out in the Force, searching for the Hurikane crystals. The process felt like sending a whisper into a vast, echoing cavern, hoping for a response. The crystals, ancient and resonant, would sing back in subtle, haunting tones—soft, melodic chimes that seemed to vibrate through the very core of their beings.
The sensation was delicate, as if each note the crystals emitted could be lost in the vastness of the Force if Braze's focus wavered. Yet, despite the tenuous nature of his connection, he held on, guided by the warmth of the ember within, drawing strength from the bond with Aris.
Aris Noble
