OOC: Open to Jedi only.
Elenath sat cross-legged in the center of the training room facing the viewport where the stars clearly shone out from the inky blackness of space. He'd specifically picked a training room with a view, as it calmed him down and helped him connect better with the Force in some strange way. At least, it felt that way for him. He hoped it would help Rahman too.
Elenath had only "met" the Orcolan once before, and that was at the meeting called by Ezra Thorne only a few days prior. Even still, they hadn't been formally introduced, but both had signed up for additional training in the usage of Force Light. The Echani already knew this was going to go poorly for him, as most physical applications of the Force were lost on him.
Elenath closed his eyes in light meditation, regulating his breathing. The brightest stars continued to shine even past his closed eyelids, and in their light he caught glimpses of some things to come; simulations of abominations in this very room cowered under the light of the Force. Emotions too — failure, frustration, triumph, though he could not tell whose. Another star flashed, and visions of countless former trainees sped through his mind's eye. Elenath let out his breath, finding he had been holding it, and rubbed his temples. "By the Force, they don't stop..." he commented quietly, hearing approaching footsteps and the swish as the door slid open with the newcomer.
@Xorism
Elenath sat cross-legged in the center of the training room facing the viewport where the stars clearly shone out from the inky blackness of space. He'd specifically picked a training room with a view, as it calmed him down and helped him connect better with the Force in some strange way. At least, it felt that way for him. He hoped it would help Rahman too.
Elenath had only "met" the Orcolan once before, and that was at the meeting called by Ezra Thorne only a few days prior. Even still, they hadn't been formally introduced, but both had signed up for additional training in the usage of Force Light. The Echani already knew this was going to go poorly for him, as most physical applications of the Force were lost on him.
Elenath closed his eyes in light meditation, regulating his breathing. The brightest stars continued to shine even past his closed eyelids, and in their light he caught glimpses of some things to come; simulations of abominations in this very room cowered under the light of the Force. Emotions too — failure, frustration, triumph, though he could not tell whose. Another star flashed, and visions of countless former trainees sped through his mind's eye. Elenath let out his breath, finding he had been holding it, and rubbed his temples. "By the Force, they don't stop..." he commented quietly, hearing approaching footsteps and the swish as the door slid open with the newcomer.
@Xorism
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