[center][b][color=006400]Moryr Ruzim[/color][/b]
[b][color=8dc73f]Coruscant[/color][/b][/center]

The Force. The force was everything and everywhere, never before had Moryr felt so in tune and so connected to the mysterious power that permeated every single faucet of the galaxy around her. As her meditation had begun it had felt like it always had, though in comparison to how she now felt it was if she had only scratched the very surface of the deepest depths of a vast ocean that was deeper than she could even begin to comprehend. She had felt and focused on first herself, on her own connection to the force – a thin strand that bled with her every fibre of being and had its own unmistakable feel and touch to it, like a familiar friend or something more. Beyond that she had felt the Jedi within the temple, a shining beacon atop the unmistakable hum of life that was Coruscant and the concentration of energy that it held, a mix of good and bad, light and dark, but of course the light blotted out what little darkness she felt. That was not what had surprised her, or rather humbled her. 

With her new found peace she had found the connection she was experiencing had deepened and she could feel much much more than the lone planet, so difficult to comprehend and make sense of to begin with its vastness staggering. In some ways it made her feel like she was nothing more than the most insignificant speck of sand amongst a beach of practically infinite size, though in many other ways it served to highlight the importance of each individual life form no matter how large or small, how it was so difficult to prioritise one over the other despite what may have at first felt like an easy choice. 

As her meditation deepened she had found the feelings and thoughts that assailed her more strange and alien than ever before, like the force was pouring into her – no [i]through[/i] her. Time had little meaning to her and she was unsure for how long she meditated as she eventually began to attempt to discern her own path through the force, to find some guidance of what path she should follow as Master Kasari had suggested. Somehow amongst the infinite depth she felt a familiar presence, a presence she could never fail to recognise as if it were her own. She had no idea where physically it came from, but the presence of Mudarr was unmistakable. Initially she had thought of pulling away from it, from keeping herself true to the commands of the council, but instantly that felt somehow wrong to do, as if the force itself was showing her something that she needed to see and so she embraced it. As she did so she became aware of again, familiar feelings that surrounded him, or rather the feeling of him. It dawned upon her that these were the presences of her kinsmen, of the Cathar of her homeworld. 

[i]‘He is home?’[/i] she thought briefly, but before she could ponder such things further her mind was suddenly assailed by a sudden feeling of pain, of suffering and of death. Her sensations were overwhelmed at the feelings, though it felt as if they were somehow delayed, somehow whatever was happening was not happening at this exact moment but rather an echo, a shockwave of some kind that was being carried in all directions tearing at the very fabric of what she felt was the force itself. She could not contain nor did she want to contain the feelings, but at the same time felt unable to pull away as the continued to flow through her as the sensation of life being smothered out hit her again and again like some sickening pounding of waves against the shore that was her mind. She was thankful they were but an echo, for to have felt them undiluted would have surly been too much for her. With the feelings came a mix of images, of smoking trees lit ablaze from the sky as those within attempted to flee in futility, the images of great war machines raining from the sky and most piercing of all, of the sheer rage and anger radiating from Mudarr as he was amongst the maelstrom she was presented with. 

As soon as the feelings had come, they stopped. Leaving the Cathar sat with her knees folded on the floor of her room – her meditation returned to what she would have normally expected as she panted. She broke away from the contact and as she sensed to sever the deeper connection to the force the last thing she felt was that of the padawan Xeviiy. As Moryr opened her eyes the doors to her room opened reviling the woman stood before her. 

“Oh, forgive my intrusion I just sensed someone a bit familiar in here, wait I remember now, you were in the room speaking to my master when I was in that vision that woman put me in.” 

Moryr smiled, after what she had just witnessed she felt the presence of Xeviiy surprisingly calming, sensing that they both had unresolved issues swirling within them. Standing as she did Moryr assured “It is no intrusion, Xeviiy. I am Moryr, and you are quite correct that I found myself earlier a witness to the vision you were subjected to.” Moryr was glad her voice came, as her throat felt dry and she felt shaken to the very core, though she quickly tried to regain her composure. 

Moryr gestured for Xeviiy to enter into the room as she moved over to the small table and pair of chairs that were beside the large window which dominated the room, the clear sky beyond the Jedi temple seeming as peaceful as they always did. 

“I must admit I find it curious that you should find me at the exact moment you did, similarly to how I found myself drawn to that training room which you occupied earlier this day” she admitted as she bent down to recover a moderately sized ornate box from under the table. She set about opening it and removing and intricate set of cups and saucers along with a ceremonial teapot, one of the few items that she had brought from her homeworld when she joined the order. “Can I interest you in some Yarba tea?  It is somewhat an acquired taste though I have always found it to be most calming in troubling times” she offered as she set about brewing a pot. Moryr tried to avoid thinking about her homeworld and what she had just seen, the thought that it may have all been true simply too much to bear thinking of. 

Moryr sat as she waited and asked “So, Kasari  told me of the point of the exercise you went through with Master Arren Kae and the reasons behind this, may I be as bold to ask if you found it of help? When you left it seemed that there was much weighing down upon you”. 

Moryr listened to Xeviiy intently, pouring out the tea when it was prepared and taking up a cup for herself. It was difficult for the Cathar to supress the many questions that were assailing her in regards to her own vision and meditation, though she felt at the moment that such things were not to be taken lightly at all. Of course her first and foremost thoughts lay upon her previous Master Mudarr and if she could be sure that those feelings of such rage and darkness truly belonged to him, for if so it did not at all bode well for either him or the order. She had never even seen him slightly angered before, one of the many things she had always admired, no [i]loved[/i] about him. She snapped her thoughts away as she again focused upon the padawan before her.