Zrie sat up, slipping back into reality. Surrounded by forests and structures as old as the world itself, reminders of the old world. Ossus. The peaceful seclusion the Jedi have always clung to in the world, always struck Zrie has odd. Isolation was always a double-edged sword, not only kept others from getting in, yet it kept the ones it protected from getting out. One of the reasons why this Zrie had left the old world. Yet now that he was hear, even with his mediocre force abilities it was not a strain to pick up the peaceful ethos of the world. A fine world from training indeed.
Having trained little of his force abilities, Zrie was excited. His emotions were spewing from his body like sweat. The young ones wondering mind led him in a path throughout the temple, sightseeing at first, leading to a more intense exploration. Eventually tired from the walk, Zrie made his way back to the entrance to look for the group of hopefuls he was assigned with.
Having trained little of his force abilities, Zrie was excited. His emotions were spewing from his body like sweat. The young ones wondering mind led him in a path throughout the temple, sightseeing at first, leading to a more intense exploration. Eventually tired from the walk, Zrie made his way back to the entrance to look for the group of hopefuls he was assigned with.