After the events on Rishi and Chandrila, Nashyr Ris hadn't had time to process everything that had happened. She was happy--elated, even, a word she never thought she'd use in her life-- and yet, feeling as though she had committed too much at once. The gym seemed to restrictive; too many faces, too many people. In an odd way, the Cathar craved open spaces. Perhaps she really was losing her mind; there was a time not so long ago she would have loved the duracrete jungles of Nar Shaddaa and Coruscant.
She deeply inhaled the jungle air, and began stretching.
Somehow... this didn't feel like one of her regular jaunts into the wilderness, however. Something felt different... as though the Force was to guide something new in her path.
She took up a light jog, a simple pak slung over one shoulder to her hip, her lightsaber clipped to her hip and dressed in simple leggings and her black tank top. Sometimes, being out and away from the general crowd could clear her thoughts. Perhaps talking to someone else too... but she wasn't yet certain how to talk to her old Master Max yet either.
Space. She needed space. But then again, the Force worked in mysterious ways.
@Wit
She deeply inhaled the jungle air, and began stretching.
Somehow... this didn't feel like one of her regular jaunts into the wilderness, however. Something felt different... as though the Force was to guide something new in her path.
She took up a light jog, a simple pak slung over one shoulder to her hip, her lightsaber clipped to her hip and dressed in simple leggings and her black tank top. Sometimes, being out and away from the general crowd could clear her thoughts. Perhaps talking to someone else too... but she wasn't yet certain how to talk to her old Master Max yet either.
Space. She needed space. But then again, the Force worked in mysterious ways.
@Wit