Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
[member="Alaina Merrill"]
Waves crashed on the stony beach, sending chilled spray across Veino's face and hair. It felt good though, crisp and cold cutting through the fog of nightmare-plagued nights that never went away, not anymore. He took a deep breath, pushed his hair away from his face and turned to face inland. His potentially new apprentice should be arriving soon and he had arranged for this to be the meeting place. It was a good place. Mostly empty except for the Jedi Academy embassy compound several miles away. A speeder was parked not far away, as he had an idea for the first test of his new student. Small time drug dealers. Not particularly dangerous, but enough to be a test for Alaina, if she was ready for one yet. If not, no concern. That would come in time. it always did.
He strode a bit further from the waterline and turned to watch the sun begin to rise above the horizon, burning the early morning mist the palest orange that drifted around him, draping from his hands and trailing away as he moved. There were a few training aids in the speeder if they were needed, but he tried not to use them too often. Rather, he'd try to teach and encourage improvisation and resourcefulness. Old habits from hitching rides, he supposed.
Waves crashed on the stony beach, sending chilled spray across Veino's face and hair. It felt good though, crisp and cold cutting through the fog of nightmare-plagued nights that never went away, not anymore. He took a deep breath, pushed his hair away from his face and turned to face inland. His potentially new apprentice should be arriving soon and he had arranged for this to be the meeting place. It was a good place. Mostly empty except for the Jedi Academy embassy compound several miles away. A speeder was parked not far away, as he had an idea for the first test of his new student. Small time drug dealers. Not particularly dangerous, but enough to be a test for Alaina, if she was ready for one yet. If not, no concern. That would come in time. it always did.
He strode a bit further from the waterline and turned to watch the sun begin to rise above the horizon, burning the early morning mist the palest orange that drifted around him, draping from his hands and trailing away as he moved. There were a few training aids in the speeder if they were needed, but he tried not to use them too often. Rather, he'd try to teach and encourage improvisation and resourcefulness. Old habits from hitching rides, he supposed.