- Joined
- Jan 7, 2018
- Messages
- 34
- Reaction score
- 62
Alone, he stood. Saeros' large, black eyes gazed out across the expanse of his home world, taking in the sight of the time-worn rocks, the swampy ground far beneath the clouds, and the great waterfall that poured down the mountainside. Far up in side that mountain was where the Rishii grew up, where his nest lay inside a simple cavern. At least, the remnants of his nest. Saeros had only been a young avian when Exiles had attacked his home, slaughtering the rest of his tribe and burning everything he held dear. A band of Jedi tracking them had rescued Saeros who'd taken refuge in a small rook in the cave, and his life as a Jedi had begun.
Two decades later, he'd returned. Many other Jedi would have warned him from doing so, as re-living the past was something Knights were supposed to avoid. Leaving attachments behind, letting go of painful pasts. For Saeros, he needed to return to be at peace and reaffirm his convictions. Here, with the wind howling around him on the spire of a great rock overlooking a great valley, the Rishii immersed himself in the Force. He could feel the chaos of the winds, the calmness of the water, and felt the Light — he was at peace.
A thought appeared in his mind, and with it came rising curiosity. There was a nest nearby his own when he was just a young fledgling, a different subspecies of Rishii. They were not especially good memories of his neighbours, as the nest's inhabitants were very pompous and arrogant. Their interactions were rare and filled with strife, but these years later Saeros now wondered if the Exiles had attacked them too. Searching his memory and scanning the cliffsides, head twisting as he did so, the Rishii looked for any evidence of the nest. Finding what appeared to be a roost far in the distance, Saeros opened his great wings and took off, riding the wind and updrafts to his destination. If they too had been slaughtered and left to ruin, he would mourn their deaths and move on.