@Giran Latt, @Izel Thral,
The jungles of Ajan Kloss,
It was fairly early morning when the Blood Carver Ke Eoto found his fellow Padawans Giran Latt and Izel Thral with little to do. The broadcasting that put their entire Order into gloom of rumination was still fresh in their memories as various knights and padawans begun to look into themselves to find an answer as to how to approach the problem and solve it. Although Ke Eoto himself was dealing with the situation rather well compared to some of their colleagues, having faith in the perseverance of their ancient order and already making peace with future that will most likely have him wandering through the Galaxy and revealing he was a Jedi only when necessary, he saw that Giran and Izel were more troubled with the implications of the broadcast. So he proposed that the two would join him for a little meditation exercise, and it seems that they agreed that it would do them well, or gave into the incessant croaking of the alien, as the three of them were now making their way through the jungles in the valley their temple sat in.
The Blood Carver made little sound as he moved through the vegetation of the jungle, and spoke little during their journey as well, outside of what he told them before they departed, that he wished to show them how he meditated away from the temple, surrounded by the woods and nature of the planet. So he was leading them towards his meditation spot, clad in his tan and brown tunic and robes, his hands and feet covered in protective wrappings, leaving barely a suggestion of a foot print as he glided over the jungle floor supported on his large claws. In one hand he held his tribal vibrosword, its blade elongated and slender like its wielder, although hidden in its scabbard sheath as he moved it lightly back and forth to brush aside the vegetation on their path and allow himself passage. His other hand was held up, willing the Force as a telekinetic limb to move away larger branches and ferns to suggest them out of their way.
"Not long noow."
Ke Eoto broke the silence, reassuring the other two padawans that their journey would soon come to a stop. They were somewhere about half an hour to an hour of walking away from the temple.
The jungles of Ajan Kloss,
It was fairly early morning when the Blood Carver Ke Eoto found his fellow Padawans Giran Latt and Izel Thral with little to do. The broadcasting that put their entire Order into gloom of rumination was still fresh in their memories as various knights and padawans begun to look into themselves to find an answer as to how to approach the problem and solve it. Although Ke Eoto himself was dealing with the situation rather well compared to some of their colleagues, having faith in the perseverance of their ancient order and already making peace with future that will most likely have him wandering through the Galaxy and revealing he was a Jedi only when necessary, he saw that Giran and Izel were more troubled with the implications of the broadcast. So he proposed that the two would join him for a little meditation exercise, and it seems that they agreed that it would do them well, or gave into the incessant croaking of the alien, as the three of them were now making their way through the jungles in the valley their temple sat in.
The Blood Carver made little sound as he moved through the vegetation of the jungle, and spoke little during their journey as well, outside of what he told them before they departed, that he wished to show them how he meditated away from the temple, surrounded by the woods and nature of the planet. So he was leading them towards his meditation spot, clad in his tan and brown tunic and robes, his hands and feet covered in protective wrappings, leaving barely a suggestion of a foot print as he glided over the jungle floor supported on his large claws. In one hand he held his tribal vibrosword, its blade elongated and slender like its wielder, although hidden in its scabbard sheath as he moved it lightly back and forth to brush aside the vegetation on their path and allow himself passage. His other hand was held up, willing the Force as a telekinetic limb to move away larger branches and ferns to suggest them out of their way.
"Not long noow."
Ke Eoto broke the silence, reassuring the other two padawans that their journey would soon come to a stop. They were somewhere about half an hour to an hour of walking away from the temple.