It had been quite some time since they were all together at the same time. Giran, Mila, Fiach, and himself had found the passage of time to be quite troublesome, the others having gone missing as of late. It worried Brahe quite significantly, and to say it didn’t have a profound effect on the young man was quite the understatement. Mi’la’s absence especially, had been felt the most severely. It had caused Brahe to go into a self-imposed exile of his own as he contemplated life without his master. It had been hard to adjust, and to be fair, perhaps not the most considerate of his fellow padawan and friend, Fiach, but hopefully, she’d understand just how hard hit he was with Mila’s disappearance.
Brahe had finally regained a measure of resolve though, and he had returned, this time a bit more….grounded than he had been before. He had specifically requested to meet with Fiach on one of the high rise districts of Coruscant- an area known for it’s more upper class arrangements. Brahe looked out towards the horizon, contemplating the whereabouts of their master. A lead had been found, and he intended to share it with her. He wore his Jedi robes today, the black and grey accented by a new pair of lightsabers. One was shorter than the other, a shorter parrying blade to pair with the other. Brahe had been learning a new style in his temporary absence.
When she’d arrive he’d turn to greet her, a look of uncertainty in his eyes. Was she angry at him? Glad to see him? Or perhaps indifferent? He wasn’t entirely sure. Fiach was somewhat hard for him to read, after all. It had been a couple months since Mila’s disappearance and his subsequent long absence. He hoped she’d at least forgive him…but if not, he at least felt he understood, and probably deserved it.
@Corbeau
Brahe had finally regained a measure of resolve though, and he had returned, this time a bit more….grounded than he had been before. He had specifically requested to meet with Fiach on one of the high rise districts of Coruscant- an area known for it’s more upper class arrangements. Brahe looked out towards the horizon, contemplating the whereabouts of their master. A lead had been found, and he intended to share it with her. He wore his Jedi robes today, the black and grey accented by a new pair of lightsabers. One was shorter than the other, a shorter parrying blade to pair with the other. Brahe had been learning a new style in his temporary absence.
When she’d arrive he’d turn to greet her, a look of uncertainty in his eyes. Was she angry at him? Glad to see him? Or perhaps indifferent? He wasn’t entirely sure. Fiach was somewhat hard for him to read, after all. It had been a couple months since Mila’s disappearance and his subsequent long absence. He hoped she’d at least forgive him…but if not, he at least felt he understood, and probably deserved it.
@Corbeau