Quorl
Character
It was nighttime and far away from any city on Ruusan. Quorl liked the desert as far as things go. It was clear at least and there was plenty of mountainous perches for him to sit on. Night was setting in now and there was a brilliant view of the stars above.
Quorl hopped along and looked around at the neat orderly line of people he was to instruct on the finer art of Shadow Vision. Happily the large avian bobbed his head and examined those present. There was a perch in a local outcropping nearby to which he bobbed up to and with a mighty flap of wings jumped and sat upon. A rock overlooking the little flat area he’d selected. From here he could see everything, yes it was great being up high. Clearly most species agreed, why else build all their fancy flying contraptions.
“Today my we are here to learn…” Quorl started straighten his feathers and standing up taller. A small rodent was running through the underbrush. He examined the area with a twirl of his head for a moment making sure it was nothing to disrupt his class. “We have all been taught that your eyes can deceive you; don’t trust them. I am here to teach you how to train your eyes not to be deceived.”
Spreading his wings Quorl flapped and with aid of the force caused a small whirlwind of dust, dirt, and debris from nearby trees to swirl like a vortex. The noise was a low humming echo that would seem wrong to anyone used to such oddities. A minute passed before Quorl stopped and bobbed his head. “Now first, in order to maximize your depth perception you must bob your head up and down.” Quorl demonstrated bobbing his head. “Try it now, focus on an object and bob your head up and down,” Some of the younger students present did likewise mimicking his movements. “That’s right, just bob up and down. It doesn’t really work for humans….” Quorl said, “But as a joke I think it rates.” Quorl hooted a few low hoots in rapid succession mimicking laughter.
“You must focus the force into your eyes. See with true sight that which cannot be seen…” He breathed in and out and focused before letting his eyes settle. “With this you gain low light vision if your species doesn't have it. You also can see through many concealment types.” Ruffling his feathers Quorl lowered his body by bending his legs and settling in. His head moved to gaze up at the stars. “When I flapped my feathers earlier,” he said with a exhale of breath, “a cloak ship landed out in the desert. We are going to find that ship, with the force.”
Quorl pointed at the stars. My people look at up the stars and make up stories. I used to go out and look up into the sky and think, that it is just one story,” The owl seemed lost for a moment, just staring at the stars. “The oldest story; light versus dark. You may think that the dark has more territory, the stars being only so small.. But I think people are looking at it wrong. Once there was only dark.” He looked back up to the sky once again, “If you ask me… the light is winning…”
“That is what we’re doing here. There should be at the end only a vague awareness of darkness.”
Quorl hopped along and looked around at the neat orderly line of people he was to instruct on the finer art of Shadow Vision. Happily the large avian bobbed his head and examined those present. There was a perch in a local outcropping nearby to which he bobbed up to and with a mighty flap of wings jumped and sat upon. A rock overlooking the little flat area he’d selected. From here he could see everything, yes it was great being up high. Clearly most species agreed, why else build all their fancy flying contraptions.
“Today my we are here to learn…” Quorl started straighten his feathers and standing up taller. A small rodent was running through the underbrush. He examined the area with a twirl of his head for a moment making sure it was nothing to disrupt his class. “We have all been taught that your eyes can deceive you; don’t trust them. I am here to teach you how to train your eyes not to be deceived.”
Spreading his wings Quorl flapped and with aid of the force caused a small whirlwind of dust, dirt, and debris from nearby trees to swirl like a vortex. The noise was a low humming echo that would seem wrong to anyone used to such oddities. A minute passed before Quorl stopped and bobbed his head. “Now first, in order to maximize your depth perception you must bob your head up and down.” Quorl demonstrated bobbing his head. “Try it now, focus on an object and bob your head up and down,” Some of the younger students present did likewise mimicking his movements. “That’s right, just bob up and down. It doesn’t really work for humans….” Quorl said, “But as a joke I think it rates.” Quorl hooted a few low hoots in rapid succession mimicking laughter.
“You must focus the force into your eyes. See with true sight that which cannot be seen…” He breathed in and out and focused before letting his eyes settle. “With this you gain low light vision if your species doesn't have it. You also can see through many concealment types.” Ruffling his feathers Quorl lowered his body by bending his legs and settling in. His head moved to gaze up at the stars. “When I flapped my feathers earlier,” he said with a exhale of breath, “a cloak ship landed out in the desert. We are going to find that ship, with the force.”
Quorl pointed at the stars. My people look at up the stars and make up stories. I used to go out and look up into the sky and think, that it is just one story,” The owl seemed lost for a moment, just staring at the stars. “The oldest story; light versus dark. You may think that the dark has more territory, the stars being only so small.. But I think people are looking at it wrong. Once there was only dark.” He looked back up to the sky once again, “If you ask me… the light is winning…”
“That is what we’re doing here. There should be at the end only a vague awareness of darkness.”