Alym sat with her legs crossed beneath the shade of a truly gargantuan Massassi tree about a quarter mile from the main Jedi base on Yavin IV. The weather outside was surprisingly temperate, something she was thankful for, and she could even feel the faintest of breezes on her skin, and with it came the scent of jungle orchids.
Several days ago Alym had put the word out that she would be hosting training for any padawans that wished to show up. The loss of Dantooine had shown that the Jedi at large were woefully unprepared to stave off the Sith. They had lost one of the greatest among them in Master Grayza and the two padawans who had been brave enough to stand their ground would carry the trauma they endured there forever.
It was unlikely that any of the padawans that showed up - if any did at all - would know of Alym. Given the nature of her work, she did not spend much time in and around the temples or near the students. As such, her method of training probably wouldn't be familiar to them either and some Jedi might even consider it a bit too... unorthodox, maybe even dangerous.
Things were changing, though, and the Jedi needed to along with it. Plus, given the contents of the long, rectangular box that sat in front of her, Alym had the blessing of Grand Master Voran. Anyone else's opinion on the matter seemed moot.
Alym continued to sit and meditate, most of her focus on the contents of the box. She would wait for awhile for anyone to show, but she would not wait forever.
Several days ago Alym had put the word out that she would be hosting training for any padawans that wished to show up. The loss of Dantooine had shown that the Jedi at large were woefully unprepared to stave off the Sith. They had lost one of the greatest among them in Master Grayza and the two padawans who had been brave enough to stand their ground would carry the trauma they endured there forever.
It was unlikely that any of the padawans that showed up - if any did at all - would know of Alym. Given the nature of her work, she did not spend much time in and around the temples or near the students. As such, her method of training probably wouldn't be familiar to them either and some Jedi might even consider it a bit too... unorthodox, maybe even dangerous.
Things were changing, though, and the Jedi needed to along with it. Plus, given the contents of the long, rectangular box that sat in front of her, Alym had the blessing of Grand Master Voran. Anyone else's opinion on the matter seemed moot.
Alym continued to sit and meditate, most of her focus on the contents of the box. She would wait for awhile for anyone to show, but she would not wait forever.