[center][b][color=006400]Moryr Ruzim[/color][/b] [b][color=8dc73f]Coruscant[/color][/b][/center] Moryr sat perfectly still as her senses extended all-around of her, the hum of life was almost deafening as she controlled her breathing and continued to calm her mind as she sensed the force around her. It was still somewhat strange to her, to feel such a huge concentration of life clustered together with layers upon layer of the city around her filled with thousands and millions of lifeforms both sensitive in the force and those who were not. Despite her attempt to remain focused her mind wandered slightly as her thoughts again turned to the council and the other Jedi who surrounded her, her thoughts returning to the decision they had made and the past week at the temple. They had long schooled her on the danger of romantic connections and lectured her on the relationship between the fallen Cathar Jedi Crado and his life mate Sylvar and how their relationship had led to his fall to the dark side alongside Exar Kun. They had explained again and again how their feelings would lead them away from the path of the light side and into the darkness - to the point they were convinced she had accepted their opinions and she had promised each of them that she would abstain from working alongside or even seeing Mudarr in the future. Her thoughts turned to his own fate, wondering if he would be punished more severely due to his position of authority and what they undoubtedly would see as an abuse of his position. She found herself hoping that they would be lenient with him, for he truly like her only wished to do good and serve the Jedi faithfully. Opening her eyes she sighed aloud as she realised that her attempts at meditation had once more failed, her mind simply unable to stay away from the questions and doubts that still plagued her. Moryr resisted the urge to chastise herself, feeling more than dejected she tried to push the feelings aside as she stood and flexed her arms and legs as a sudden urge of restlessness swept over her and she felt the need to distract herself from her thoughts. Normally she would have engaged Mudarr in discussion or a metal exercise, failing that a practise duel or other physical contest of some type. But she knew that such things were no longer an option, and seeing how she herself was now a Jedi Knight as opposed to a Padawan she felt that she should be able to operate more independently without the need to lean on another individual so much. Leaving the small room that was hers she began to walk brusquely through the large halls and corridors that intertwined through and around the temple, unsure to begin with which exact direction she was heading in. As she walked her eyes darted to each Jedi she passed in the halls, the majority of them politely nodding their heads or murmuring a greeting – gestures which she mirrored despite her gloomy mood. Eventually she found herself stood atop one of the large ornate bridges that swept over what could have been called an atrium of kinds, the combination of smooth metal and living plants that swept through the buildings gave it a somewhat tranquil appearance, something she was grateful for. She paused and glanced down at the numerous individuals and groups that were making their way to a fro across the floor of the lobby and she watched them somewhat uninterestedly for several minutes before she turned her attention back to herself and her course of action. She longed for something to do, some assignment or other task that could occupy her – but no such instructions had been presented to her. She stood wondering if the council would see fit to assign anything to her again, assuring herself that surely she would be of use one way or another. Eventually her thoughts turned to what she could do in the meantime and it occurred to her that if nothing else she could perhaps make herself useful in the archives or the library – after all there was always more information to be catalogued and sorted, more information to be sifted through and analysed. Soon she found herself once more making her way through the uniform corridors before she arrived within the colossal structure that was the archives. A few moments later she felt her attention drawn to one of the study rooms that sat aside from the library just several doors down, through the force she felt the presence of several individuals engaged in what she quickly assumed was some kind of training exercise. Her curiosity took a hold of her legs as she steered herself closer, her eyes finding a pair stood towards the centre of the room. She herself remained at the edge of the room, her feelings of uncertainty forgotten at least for the time being as she watched with her curious feline eyes, not wanting to intrude more than her presence already was. She silently made her way along the edge of the room to come and stand beside a tall woman who was watching the pair in the centre of the room, bowing her head in greeting as she did. She recognised only Master Arren Kae in the centre of the room, one of the many more accomplished members of the order – the silver haired woman practically hummed with the force as she and the younger woman faced each other. Normally Moryr would not have imposed without a prior invitation, however in her current mood she hoped that the intrusion would not be opposed as she watched with interest eager to distract herself from any wandering thoughts.