Yavin IV. The verdant world had a comfortable, temperate climate but a challenging ecosystem and dangerous predators... It made Rav feel right at home. There was a wildness here, not unlike that of her Dathomir. Though different in some parts, the essence was still very much the same; the land was vivacious and untamed. Unhindered, despite its long history of conflict. The Jedi were right to settle here; a strong home begot strong people. The Order would endure.
As much as Rav liked to wander, she anchored herself close to a particular sector of the temple which specialized in healing. Only recently knighted, the Dathormirian wasted no time in honing her skills. She wished to become an asset, a pillar amongst the Jedi's foundation. In order to do this, she needed to better herself. The new generation of Jedi would look to knights like her for support; she would do everything in her power to ensure their success.
Truly the art of healing was a marvel. In times of observation, Rav noted how the Force poured itself into wounds, its power blanketing the injured and afflicted; broken bones set themselves right, all whilst seeping wounds began to halt. Yet she distinctly remembered a master cautioning her; she warned against overestimating one's ability. The force can only do so much. Just like one's body, there are limits. That goes without saying, healing the mind and spirit...that was a true test for any master.
Nevertheless, the eager knight busied herself. Most admitted to the wing were padawans who had fallen afoul of training; nothing too serious, despite some stifled whimpers. Rav aided in their recovery the best she could, some being easier to treat than others. By late afternoon, all had grown quiet and the Dathormirian found herself relieved of duties. She could explore the borderlands of the forests, or venture deep into the depths of the ever-growing library...
But she stayed. She stayed as if compelled to.
Rav was no stranger to this sensation. It was the Force and it was resonating with her, more than usual. She had to stay here. For some reason, she had to be present. Right here, at that moment. But for what? At first, she was apprehensive. Was something wrong? Would a grave casualty about to arrive from a mission gone awry? No. The more she reflected on this feeling, the more at ease she felt. There was no warning to be heeded, no rightful foreboding. Instead, this feeling reminded Rav of a beacon. Weak at first, very weak. But then, with each passing moment, it grew stronger.
Following this 'beacon' with her kohl eyes, Rav's gaze began to drift. Across the healing chambers, there was a secluded spot. It was a private place, away from noise and chatter. Rav knew it well because she visited it often in recent months. In there lied something....someone tragically special.
Before even realizing, the knight was at the entrance of the room, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"It's time..."
@Sakie