It had been a few months since Oren had seen Mila, and he still felt bad about the situation as a whole. Maybe he shouldn't have shared his feelings or his honesty with the Jedi Knight, but he thought she should have known at the time. There were a hundred of different things he could have done differently, but it didn't change the fact that it happened, he hadn't heard from her in a while, and it seemed even her students didn't.
With his own Nara graduating to Knighthood, it left the Jedi Master without an apprentice for the first time in years, and thus it was time to continue the cycle again. During his time away in prison, and his release, he had taken an interest in the progress of the young Fiach's progress in her training. She was inquisitive and bright, and her presence radiated with the light side of the force. Oren felt that she could easily become the grand master of the order one day, if she continued to walk down the path she did--and thus, he would help her in achieving whatever dreams she desired.
He sat outside the temple, his legs crossed as he felt the morning rain against his face and his soaked tunic--a soft restful smile held to the burned Jedi's face, as he thought of nothing in particular at that moment. Though as he felt the signature of the Jedi he met all those years ago, his eyes would open, one brown the other a milky white texture. "You're looking strong, and sharp." He'd say with a nod. "I see you have a lightsaber as well now...your training is going well then, I assume?"
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