Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Rosedge Manor, Chandrila, 1700 hours.
Gherron paced back and forth through the manor, not for the first time marveling at its size. His old apartment on Coruscant didn't hold a candle to this place, which now belonged to him as well as his wife, Nefertari. She was out somewhere with their son, perhaps getting ice cream or something similar. Gherron however, could not stay still for the life of him. He'd wanted peace and quiet, but now that he had it, he didn't know what to do with it. As he continued to pace, he looked over to one wall and saw a rack with strangely thin swords. Upon closer inspection, he made them out to be fencing swords, and he picked one up, studying it closely. Perhaps he could work on a new hobby? He'd always been good at sword fighting in general, and he recalled the saber for Makashi being very much like fencing. Adopting a rather crude fencing stance, he jabbed the air quickly. Then did so again. And again. Smirking to himself, he began putting his own spin on a few moves he'd seen used before in the form. He went about this for a good ten minutes, and in no time, he was immersed. In fact, if someone were to walk into the room, he would have never even noticed.
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Gherron paced back and forth through the manor, not for the first time marveling at its size. His old apartment on Coruscant didn't hold a candle to this place, which now belonged to him as well as his wife, Nefertari. She was out somewhere with their son, perhaps getting ice cream or something similar. Gherron however, could not stay still for the life of him. He'd wanted peace and quiet, but now that he had it, he didn't know what to do with it. As he continued to pace, he looked over to one wall and saw a rack with strangely thin swords. Upon closer inspection, he made them out to be fencing swords, and he picked one up, studying it closely. Perhaps he could work on a new hobby? He'd always been good at sword fighting in general, and he recalled the saber for Makashi being very much like fencing. Adopting a rather crude fencing stance, he jabbed the air quickly. Then did so again. And again. Smirking to himself, he began putting his own spin on a few moves he'd seen used before in the form. He went about this for a good ten minutes, and in no time, he was immersed. In fact, if someone were to walk into the room, he would have never even noticed.
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