Siri (tachisiri) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-02-14 00:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | allana solo, siri tachi |
WHO: Siri Tachi, Allana Solo
WHAT: Siri meditates on what she's learned -- and hasn't learned.
WHEN: Dusk, February 13th
WHERE: The rooftop garden in the complex
RATING: I suppose it all depends on whoever stumbles across her?
Siri was good at adapting to new circumstances, but her adapting was quite slow, this time. This Earth conflict... it was different than anything she had ever encountered in her life. They were at war here, but that wasn't what was so strange to the young woman -- they were assumedly at war with something they didn't necessarily have the power to defeat. She had learned that much. The enemy here was... elusive, metaphysical. Demons, and otherworldly creatures - it was all beyond her understanding. Siri was convinced, though, that she had been brought here, from her own time and place, to help out the natives in some way. While she wasn't too keen on fighting their war for them, she knew there was a way for her to help. She just had to unlock it first, grab hold of it and make it work for her.
Although she knew it was unwise to feel this way, she had truly been quite bored since she had arrived in Kansas. After all, Siri also wasn't used to being able to do things on her own time, by her own judgment. Her whole life had been structured by the Council, by the Code, and while she was, of course, trying to honor that while she was on Earth, it was strange, being able to make her own choices about things. Still, Siri had kept steadfast. She had spent time in the complex's gym, making sure her limbs didn't get stiff from lack of exercise. She had spent time in the library, as well, trying to acquaint herself with the general history of this planet's current era. And Siri had spent a lot of time meditating and reflecting. Since she had arrived in Lawrence, she had learned a terrible truth about her future -- and she had come to accept it. That was what she had tried to tell herself, of course. Siri would begin to meditate on her purpose in this particular conflict, and her thoughts would stray to what she had been told, of the Clone Wars, of the fate of the Jedi Order. Siri knew she was meant to merely focus on the present, on the here and now, and it was beginning to frustrate her, that she could only dwell on the inevitable.
Regardless of her futile attempts, though, Siri was nothing if not determined. Every evening, then, she would come up to the communal garden on the roof of the complex to be alone, to access the Force in its purest form. It was usually abandoned, and quiet, the cool February wind keeping most of the residents from straying up there for more than a minute or so. In solitude, Siri would sit near the side of the building, close her eyes, breathe evenly, and draw the Force around her. She was grateful, beyond words, that it had remained a constant, even in this foreign galaxy. And she was grateful that she had time to escape, to keep on track.
Except tonight, someone approached the garden from behind Siri. She didn't have to look, or open her eyes, to know. Without turning, she attempted to identify their nature through the feelings radiating off of them. They needn't know that she knew they were standing there until she was ready to face them.