So you were saying?

[Eisa Swan]

Stirring out of her meditation within her quarters within the Jedi Temple, the ashen haired Jedi Master slowly opened her eyes, the bright emerald hue of her irises widening as the blacks of her corneas adjusted to the natural light that was spilling into her room, a soft current of air passing over her as she released the Force energies that had been flowing through her since waking in the early hours of the morning, the joys of interstellar travel constantly wrecking havoc with the inner body clock.

Turning her gaze towards the wall mounted chronometer the newly appointed Jedi Master nodded simply in reaction to the time being displayed, it was creeping close to 7am, a little bit more of a sociable hour to start moving about the temple, without having to worry about the other Jedi who may still be sleeping or meditating, knowing that despite her light frame, her choice of foot wear sometimes caused some unnecessary racket as she paced her way along the flag stone floors of the temple.

Getting to her feet, the young Jedi master fastened her lightsabers onto the belt of her simple atire, before stepping over towards the bedside dresser. The ashen haired Master reached down and picked up a light coloured wrap around tunic top before slipping it over her vest, figuring that even though technically for once in a long while she was on 'shore leave' as it were, if she was going to be moving through the temple she would still need to look presentable. Not that it would really go down to well for a Jedi master to be walking through the halls in her pajamas, even if at times the temptation was there.

Turning to face the mirror the young woman looked herself over, straightening out the dark toned combat leggings. before adjusting her white tunic top. Once satisfied that she was presentable, Eisa turned and headed out through the bulkhead connecting her quarters to the main corridor of the temple. Pacing her way towards the mess hall to grab herself a cup of Caf, before heading to the central archives her plan being to settle down in a quiet spot and make the most of her available free time to study some of the materials newly made available to her.

@Sangga

 

[Luy]

Rippling infinity. The water fell, pooled was drawn in by the pump and then rose to fall anew moments later. Such harmonious unity in a cycle befitting the Force itself. Even here on this dusty world, such serenity could be found, and in a water fountain no less.

Luy sat with legs crossed facing the decorative feature. He had been in the same spot for hours, lost in the depths of self-meditation. People passed by the Master and noted his presence or the concentration of the Force pooling around him. It was wonderful to be so open, to not have to hide. But he did not waste such time on a good feeling. He was pooling the Force energy not only to maintain his meditative state, but to stave of hunger from the prolonged duration. He delved, his mind and some may say Soul far away from his body. He viewed Jedha, he viewed a barren rock that still bloomed with life in places. Great networks of insect life, concentrations of more complex life forms within the cities. The Temple in which he currently resided and his own form in the hall with the fountain. Luy looked around in the Force and saw the lights around, so many young Jedi and their Masters. He saw one, one form amongst them all.

Not since Ilum had he seen this presence. Not since they had been so near the Darkness, what felt like a lifetime ago. He rolled back to his form, his senses returning to the here and now. His eyes slowly opening and then immediately needing to blink as they readjusted to the new brightness or the hallway. He placed a hand down and rose to his feet. His robes, the same wood stained ensemble he always wore, fell over his form. The brushed and dulled metal of his sabre contrasting with the shining chromium blade on the opposite side of his belt. Now the mind was exercised, so must the body and with the sense of the encroaching figure from that icy horror coming, he may even be able to part more of his learnings and to a newer Master at that. Luy focused, centering himself. He hands formed two flat planes with the thumbs tucked in. With very little effort he leapt back into a vertical axis spin and landed in the opening stance of Form Three his fingers now only having the index and middle shooting forward. He saw Eisa and focused, each movement portrayed the teaching of the Resilience form. He rarely moved from his stance and hinged at the hip more often than his feet moved.

@Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Making her way out of the mess hall, feeling somewhat perkier, now that she had a seeming hot cup of Caf held within her grasp. The ashen haired master continued to walk through the halls of the Jedi temple towards the central archives, periodically sipping away at the beverage and stopping in her tracks to peer out into the various courtyards that encircled the Temple. It seemed every time that she returned to Jedha, there was always more and more new faces to be seen - a sign that the Jedi were starting to build in number once again. Even though by no means was there enough to overthrow the Empire, there was enough to keep that spark of hope alive.

Resting against the stone balustrade, the Ashen haired Jedis brow furrowed at that thought - just when exactly did she start sounding like her old Master? Leah would often talk about the embers of the Jedis light would keep burning so long as there was something to hope for, perhaps it was something that as a teenager she had simply dismissed in favour of focusing on the now. But here she was, watching a group of young lings being trained, their training sabers moving about in an almost synchronised fashion as a Jedi Knight counted them through the basic motions and stances of the simplist lightsaber form. Thinking and musing on the sentiment of a long departed mentor, perhaps it was a trait reserved for Jedi Masters?

A light chuckle escaped her lips, before another sip of Caf passed her lips as she stepped away from the balustrade and resumed her path towards the archives. After a short walk alone in her thoughts, the Ashen haired Jedi, raised a curious eyebrow as her gaze fell upon the Feeorin Jedi Master, poised in the Jedi's defensive form, Soresu. Slowing in her steps Eisa quietly observed as Luy motioned through the varying stances and postures, a light smile curling upon her lips as she drew ever closer to the tall man. "Your Soresu form is as on point as ever, Master Luy" Eisa spoked out as she came within a few meters of the Feeorin. "But I'd imagine it's easier for you to Practice Soresu within these halls than it would be for me to practice Ataru in such a space " She added with a playful grin, before taking another few sips from her Caf.

Much as many of the younger Jedi would observe, the Feeorin Master was known for his grounded connection to the Force, honed with years of training, meditation and decidation to the teachings of the Order. Luy, if Eisa were to hazard a guess to the traditional castes of the Ancient Jedi would likely have been a Consular. Whilst on the other hand, the newest of the Jedi baring the title of Master, had garnered a reputation for her combat prowess. Having since her mid teens found her way into the Rebellion's ranks, had honed her abilities from one battlefield to the next. Learning to use her slight frame and natural agility to deadly precision, often in the form of blurred lunges and leaps accompanied by a flurry of light from her two lightsabers. Allowing her to make short work of hordes of Abominations that she, somehow keeps stumbling upon.

Swirling the cup about in her hand, Eisa mixed up the last remnants of the Caf together before bringing the rim up to her lips to drink the last mouthful of the drink. As she altered her grasp over the cup so that she was carrying it by the lid. The ashen haired Jedi rested her back against the stone wall, as her gaze lingered over the Feeorin. "So what brings you to Jedha, Master Luy? It's not a common sight to see you within these temple's walls" Eisa inquired, from all the time she had spent within the ancient temple since helping drive away the Dathomiri clans that had tired to lay claim to the temple - she hadn't seen the venerable master wondering the halls. Whether that was purely just out of coincidence that their paths never intersected on Jedha, or it was perhaps that their respective missions and duties made it difficult for them ti even be present at the same time.