Faction Wisdom Evergrowing (SJC)

[Drasil Ygg]

Kashyyk. A planet full of life. Strong with the Force. A home for the wookies. A paradise to visitors. The capital of the Silver Jedi Concord.
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The planet was vast with thick forests and teaming with life, both wild and civilized. It was, to someone like old master Drasil Ygg, the perfect place to connect. Connect to the lifestream of the planet. Connect with the Force the emanated from it and the many Jedi who called it home. Connect with the deeper power a planet like this held. It was as enriching as it was soothing. The Neti master was glad to have found it so long ago, though the memories it often evoked brought a souring mood to his core.

Still, the past was the past, and a seed never grew by staying buried. It, like all things, needed more than dirt. It needed water. Sunlight. Care. But most of all it required a balance of these things. To Master Ygg Jedi padawans were much like plants, always growing and always in need of attention and the proper balance of skill and wisdom. Drasil always offered one over the other with his open lessons.

Today was another of the old Neti's open tutoring sessions for the padawans. He heard rumors through the grapevines (In a literal sense) of how he was seen as "slow" some of the students. That just showed their lack of patience. Even the Neti knew that an acorn could not become a seed overnight. It was a matter to "weed out" the true thinkers from the fighters. The sessions were not limited to padawans either. Some knights and fellow masters were always offed seats to hear whatever words they could from the "wise old bark" as some had called him. He welcomed all with an open mind and room to learn more.

Master's Ygg's personal garden awaited all to arrive. The amphitheater-like setting was a tangle of vines and blooming flowers mixed with the wooden carved seating arrangements. Several wookies females were helping to prune or garden the area properly, a favor to their Neti Jedi master neighbor, all the while grunting and roaring to each other about how the day was going. Master Drasil himself was not present yet. In the center of the theater's stage was a great blooming flower of red and gold, standing out from all others. It sat, awaiting the arrival of an audience.