Winds of the Future

[Elijah Black]

The young Jedi Knight walked the premises of the Jedi Praxeum on Eira Pechal. Zylah found herself returning her more and more frequently these days. She still felt more like a visitor than a true resident here, but the Praxeum seemed to have its own way of making Jedi like her feel welcome. Independent minds were not frowned upon, and the Jedi here seemed pretty much free to be left to their own devices, provided they adhered to the Jedi way of life, naturally. Even that was something up for debate these days.

But seeing the Padawans and Younglings train and play out in the grass made her forget all about that for a moment. It brought back fond memories of her time at the Jedi temple on Ossus. This was different, smaller, yet she still got that warm feeling. The feeling brought a smile back to her face.

Zylah did not stand out as much here as she was used to, which was a small comfort. The brown robes and Jedi tunics seemed to blend in well with her surroundings, although no one here seemed to be under very strict dress codes. Even so, you could clearly see some trends.

The pale Arkanian-Offshoot allowed herself to enjoy a moment of peace, letting her slow stroll come to a halt while she took in the cool air of the planet and looked to the skies. She felt a growing sense of hope for the future

[member="Chiassa"]​

 

[Samara Raine]

Eira Pechal​

Jedi Praxeum~Garden​

As Chiassa exhaled, the petite Tholothian switched her weight from one booted foot to the other as she moved smoothly throughout a simple three step exercise. Each footfall over the grassy meadow was accentuated with a noticeable breath in the chilled air. The motions remained slow as the youngling turned and swept her right arm across her robed chest.

Breathe in.

Thinly veiled lashes brushed down over dark-hued skin as bright blue orbs fell behind closed purplish-tinted lids. The newly minted padawan did not need her vision to perform a kata familiar since learning it as an initiate on Coruscant at the New Jedi Order Temple before its demise.

Breathe out.

Tight muscles loosened as she breezed through the first level kata. The terrors of the attack by the Sith, the ache still left in the girl's heart for those lost, especially her fellow younglings in the clan she was a part of, drifted away as Chiassa easily stepped into the second level kata. The simple controlled moves stretched muscles and prepared her for the more complex actions of the ritual as thoughts shifted from Chia's short past in years to the present, and onward to the possibilities of her future hopefully as a fully knighted Jedi someday the Force willing.

In time with the Tholothian's gentle motions, another breath filled Chiassa's lungs. Fleshy white tendrils that sprouted from the back of a decorative skullcap covering her scaled cranium, swayed in a synchronized fashion.

Falling into the ingrained motions of the ancient kata, Chiassa's mind slipped free of the restraints of blood and bone as taught to do, though easier said than done at times. Weary thoughts reached out, mingling with the awesome presence of the living Force. The energies flowed around like the oceans of Minaar, wrapping the padawan in gentle, floating comfort.

The ethereal power source was all encompassing, enveloping a battered spirit and filling the chips in the troubled teenager's mental armor, centering her once again in the Force.

Breathe in… Breathe out.