Kytana Montrose (notdarthrevan) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-04 00:30:00 |
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Life had become undeniably more difficult the moment Kishan had vanished. Kytana had felt her grips with her sanity, let alone what was indefinably good about her, slipping. The need to hold on to what she could was of the utmost importance to her. She didn't want to ease into the life of a rogue Jedi. Or worse, shy onto the path that lead her to the darkside. She abandoned the beach, as there were far to many memories. To many farewells that made the place impossible for her to enjoy the crashing waves any longer. She sought refuge within the trees on the opposite side of the island completely. In the trees. Where she could feel all the life around her, and ignore her own completely. Sitting on a downed tree, something freshly done. Kytana did not attempt to find out how, or why it had been done. She simply sat crossed legged upon the trunk. Palms resting upon each knee. She made herself focus on the earth, on the animals, on the trees, and even the trace bit of life the rocks and stones gave off. She pushed all else out into the force. She was not so focused that she levitated herself, nor anything else, which was often a cause of deep meditation. There was barely even a twitch to the robes that adorned her, hiding her femininity, marking her only as a jedi, yet hid the one tool that marked her undeniably one. When the rage in side of her screamed for her to stand and rip and tear and char. She sat sedately. Willed it all away. Even as the more timid creatures around her scampered and hid. |