Rao Jor hurried down the steps of the Jedi Temple on Yavin IV, caught in the shadow cast by the massive ziggurat, mind racing with excitement.
The day had begun like any other. The young Iridonian had been going about his training, his meditations, and his scoffs at the other Initiates' lunch break shenanigans, when one of his instructors had pulled him aside and informed him that he was expected at the gazebo overlooking the edge of the jungle, an hour before sundown. There had been no mention of who expected him there or what he was needed for, but that only made the prospect that much more intriguing to Rao Jor. Whatever it was, it had ripped him out of the monotony of the temple life and removed him from his fellow Initiates, even if only for an afternoon. And he appreciated that.
Determination creased the Iridonian's boyish features. Although he did his best to stiffle the thought, he couldn't help but wonder. He had been called away from the other Initiates once before and presented with the opportunity of training under a mentor, but for reasons unknown to him it fell through. In the ensuing months, he had read meaning into contexts that didn't exist. His mind would observe an instructor approaching him an convert it into 'this is it, someone's gonna train me'. But everytime, without fail, that had not been the case. And now, more than half a year later, he was once again wondering whether he was reading too much into the situation.
"Non-attachment sweetens the outcome, whatever it may be," he said between huffs of air, slowing his pace now that the gazebo at the edge of the temple clearing was closer. That was easier said than done, though. It had been years since he left his Clan. Years since he was initiated. Since then, he had trained and learned and witnessed the Jedi Order go through trials and tribulations at the hands of the resurgent Sith Order. By sheer luck, he had been kept away from the tragedies that had befallen them, like the loss of Ajan Kloss and the battles that had seen the death of Jedi whose names and achievements were spoken of with awe and reverence amongst the Temple Initiates.
But Rao Jor was not an Initate anymore - at least he didn't think of himself as one. He was ready to join the fight and assist his brothers and sisters.
Coming up on the gazebo, the young Iridonian spied a figure, silhouetted in the shadow of the structure's thatched roof. His heart beat faster, but he controlled his breath to keep his pulse steady. His ability of being calm and collected and not allowing excitement to ruin his manners set him aside from the other Initiates. It was an asset he knew how to cultivate, a skill that had been necessary to learn quickly and early where he came from. The figure was decidedly that of a Human woman, but not one whose signature in the Force or physical appearance Rao Jor recognized. She had her back to him, so he knocked gently on the exposed wooden beams at the gazebo's entrance and waited.
The day had begun like any other. The young Iridonian had been going about his training, his meditations, and his scoffs at the other Initiates' lunch break shenanigans, when one of his instructors had pulled him aside and informed him that he was expected at the gazebo overlooking the edge of the jungle, an hour before sundown. There had been no mention of who expected him there or what he was needed for, but that only made the prospect that much more intriguing to Rao Jor. Whatever it was, it had ripped him out of the monotony of the temple life and removed him from his fellow Initiates, even if only for an afternoon. And he appreciated that.
Determination creased the Iridonian's boyish features. Although he did his best to stiffle the thought, he couldn't help but wonder. He had been called away from the other Initiates once before and presented with the opportunity of training under a mentor, but for reasons unknown to him it fell through. In the ensuing months, he had read meaning into contexts that didn't exist. His mind would observe an instructor approaching him an convert it into 'this is it, someone's gonna train me'. But everytime, without fail, that had not been the case. And now, more than half a year later, he was once again wondering whether he was reading too much into the situation.
"Non-attachment sweetens the outcome, whatever it may be," he said between huffs of air, slowing his pace now that the gazebo at the edge of the temple clearing was closer. That was easier said than done, though. It had been years since he left his Clan. Years since he was initiated. Since then, he had trained and learned and witnessed the Jedi Order go through trials and tribulations at the hands of the resurgent Sith Order. By sheer luck, he had been kept away from the tragedies that had befallen them, like the loss of Ajan Kloss and the battles that had seen the death of Jedi whose names and achievements were spoken of with awe and reverence amongst the Temple Initiates.
But Rao Jor was not an Initate anymore - at least he didn't think of himself as one. He was ready to join the fight and assist his brothers and sisters.
Coming up on the gazebo, the young Iridonian spied a figure, silhouetted in the shadow of the structure's thatched roof. His heart beat faster, but he controlled his breath to keep his pulse steady. His ability of being calm and collected and not allowing excitement to ruin his manners set him aside from the other Initiates. It was an asset he knew how to cultivate, a skill that had been necessary to learn quickly and early where he came from. The figure was decidedly that of a Human woman, but not one whose signature in the Force or physical appearance Rao Jor recognized. She had her back to him, so he knocked gently on the exposed wooden beams at the gazebo's entrance and waited.
@Valen Pelora
