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[ Upon leaving the Barracks properly on Nadine's kind suggestion, Obi-Wan makes his way to the Sarstina inn to arrange for accommodations in return for work. It provides him privacy for his meditations and a chance to meet the locals and learn more of this city, this world as he casually and comfortably tidies the main floor of the tavern in the morning, helps with laundry in the afternoons, or busses tables in the evening. Long enough to be seen as someone with more or less an above board form of employment (for all that he actually has that arrangement with Nadine.
He splits his time between curious conversation with locals or other Summoned, or tidying as needed when not out in the gambling dens in the market square, slowly growing his reserve of coin. ]
He splits his time between curious conversation with locals or other Summoned, or tidying as needed when not out in the gambling dens in the market square, slowly growing his reserve of coin. ]
Edited 2023-04-12 20:39 (UTC)
[ Crafting a space with no memory during his first visit to this place managed to, somehow, pull from the feeling as much as the image of his oldest and dearest home. His true safe haven in times of stress or doubt. His domain is marked by a truly massive Wisteria tree made of kyber, limbs sprawling gracefully, blooms glimmering in their crystalline structure in all shades of soothing blue and violet. The local breeze has them chiming quietly against one another with resonant harmonies that fill the entirety of his domain, a soothing, sprawling garden with a pond and river, an empty glade, and a small ivy covered gazebo for company. Among the blooms and bushes, the small stream and odd structures for meditation or conversation, there are flitting leosylphs and tooka kits, among the boughs and branches of the wisteria are chirping songbirds.
More than a serene vista, the domain is filled from the moment of entry to the moment one steps from it's boundary there is this sense of peace. Of acceptance and safety, as though one's very soul has been wrapped in a familiar blanket and offered a hug. More than anything else there is this sense of being known, and being loved, the strongest point of this sensation is the kyber wisteria in the center of the domain. The further one drifts, the less aware one becomes of it.
Of course Obi-Wan meditates even now within the Horizon, hovering a few feet off the ground, wrapped in the familiar earthen tones of his order, arcana of death stitched subtly in dark brown, glossy thread on the back of his robes. ]
More than a serene vista, the domain is filled from the moment of entry to the moment one steps from it's boundary there is this sense of peace. Of acceptance and safety, as though one's very soul has been wrapped in a familiar blanket and offered a hug. More than anything else there is this sense of being known, and being loved, the strongest point of this sensation is the kyber wisteria in the center of the domain. The further one drifts, the less aware one becomes of it.
Of course Obi-Wan meditates even now within the Horizon, hovering a few feet off the ground, wrapped in the familiar earthen tones of his order, arcana of death stitched subtly in dark brown, glossy thread on the back of his robes. ]
Edited 2023-04-12 22:33 (UTC)
[ One thing he hasn't yet begun to anticipate are visitors to his domain; he is aware that's something that happens, but has not yet stepped beyond the boundaries to explore other spaces within the Horizon. Establishing a safe haven and a solid point of reference takes precedent over careless exploration, for all that getting lost is allegedly impossible.
At least, that is his current excuse.
Having the Wisteria, however, and the closest thing to the Jedi Temple since his arrival in this world at his fingertips may be most of the reason he remains. The world beyond feels...unbalanced. He should not be the only point of light he is able to feel, nevermind the dull migraine he has most days due to a strange intensity in the energy of this world.
Here, at least, he is able to center himself.
Currently meditating at the base of the wisteria, Obi-Wan hovers cross legged in quiet contemplation and meditation, robes floating about him as though underwater when he senses someone enter his domain. Without dropping his eyes open, taking in...
A singularly concerned looking man. Brows lifted, he offers a smile from where he remains, hovering in the air, hands resting lightly on his knees. ]
Hello there.
At least, that is his current excuse.
Having the Wisteria, however, and the closest thing to the Jedi Temple since his arrival in this world at his fingertips may be most of the reason he remains. The world beyond feels...unbalanced. He should not be the only point of light he is able to feel, nevermind the dull migraine he has most days due to a strange intensity in the energy of this world.
Here, at least, he is able to center himself.
Currently meditating at the base of the wisteria, Obi-Wan hovers cross legged in quiet contemplation and meditation, robes floating about him as though underwater when he senses someone enter his domain. Without dropping his eyes open, taking in...
A singularly concerned looking man. Brows lifted, he offers a smile from where he remains, hovering in the air, hands resting lightly on his knees. ]
Hello there.
[ since castiel woke in a nocwich hospital, bandages wrapped over healing lesions and fever making his vision swim, this has been the mission. while his body rests and recovers in nocwich and then cadens, his mind is set to scouring the horizon for any trace of dean, refusing to accept he's truly gone. migrating from one domain to the next until he finds one that immediately gives him pause.
stepping a single foot into obi-wan's newly cultivated space, a profound tranquility washes over him in a soothing wave, seeming to slow down time and drag him into an endless, mesmerizing pool of serenity, floating thoughtless and purposeless along with a calm, unhurried current. all the buzz and sirens and screeching in his mind gently, lovingly hushed, like a fussing child in a mother's lap.
after a month trapped in the nightmare world of the pit, choking on a grim and harsh survivalism, entangled in madness brought on by the ritual, it's a salve to an infected wound. tension melts from his shoulders, and there's an urge to simply find a nice rock and sit - enjoy the beauty and splendor of the environment and allow his mind to unfold. it's a peace he's never known, not in heaven, on earth, or meditation at the lowest point of the mariana trench. the enveloping serenity, the intimate assurance of such a precise and personal knowing love, is breathtaking. for a long moment, castiel's simply standing several yards from obi-wan, swaying gently with the breeze, and watching the robes about him curve and twist, like dancing kelp in a sea bed. ]
Hello. [ a dazed greeting, cas lifting a single hand. the will taken to move his limbs is enough to reel him back into his body, and he abruptly straightens, clears his throat, a measure of strict tension in his back and shoulders returning as he remembers himself. ] Master Kenobi. My apologies.
[ it's not that he didn't mean to interrupt, he did, he's rude when dean winchester is missing. But Cas might've been more respectful if he'd know it was Obi-Wan. (probably a little suspect that he did, immediately, recognize obi-wan, though they've only exchanged writing so far, but that's the furthest thing from his mind) ]
I'm, um. I'm looking for a man - a friend, he's gone missing.
stepping a single foot into obi-wan's newly cultivated space, a profound tranquility washes over him in a soothing wave, seeming to slow down time and drag him into an endless, mesmerizing pool of serenity, floating thoughtless and purposeless along with a calm, unhurried current. all the buzz and sirens and screeching in his mind gently, lovingly hushed, like a fussing child in a mother's lap.
after a month trapped in the nightmare world of the pit, choking on a grim and harsh survivalism, entangled in madness brought on by the ritual, it's a salve to an infected wound. tension melts from his shoulders, and there's an urge to simply find a nice rock and sit - enjoy the beauty and splendor of the environment and allow his mind to unfold. it's a peace he's never known, not in heaven, on earth, or meditation at the lowest point of the mariana trench. the enveloping serenity, the intimate assurance of such a precise and personal knowing love, is breathtaking. for a long moment, castiel's simply standing several yards from obi-wan, swaying gently with the breeze, and watching the robes about him curve and twist, like dancing kelp in a sea bed. ]
Hello. [ a dazed greeting, cas lifting a single hand. the will taken to move his limbs is enough to reel him back into his body, and he abruptly straightens, clears his throat, a measure of strict tension in his back and shoulders returning as he remembers himself. ] Master Kenobi. My apologies.
[ it's not that he didn't mean to interrupt, he did, he's rude when dean winchester is missing. But Cas might've been more respectful if he'd know it was Obi-Wan. (probably a little suspect that he did, immediately, recognize obi-wan, though they've only exchanged writing so far, but that's the furthest thing from his mind) ]
I'm, um. I'm looking for a man - a friend, he's gone missing.
Edited (i should proof read sometimes) 2023-04-13 00:23 (UTC)
[Since the abduction of other Summoned, Diana has spent more time in the Horizon, attempting to forge more connections with those who visit the plane as well. Though she had been unsuccessful at contact any of the missing people at the time, she believes with her whole heart that it could be a useful tool in the future. Not that she's looking for anyone else to get kidnapped, but she'd rather be prepared than not.
Though she could traverse the Horizon with a thought, she prefers to move on foot instead. It's easier for her to see who has barriers up around their domains; she isn't about to wander into someone's domain if they clearly don't want visitors. She isn't dressed for traveling, exactly, wearing laced sandals and a short, blue chiton with the sign of The Empress embroidered over her heart in pale thread; but in this place, she's found, it doesn't much matter what she wears, since she can mend her clothing on a whim. It is equal parts uncanny and convenient.
As soon as she steps into this new (to her) domain, she feels... tranquil. Safe. An enormous tree covered in blossoms looms ahead of her, unlike any she has ever seen, and the beauty of it combined with the serenity flooding her brings tears to her eyes. She places one hand to her chest, as if that will hold in the overwhelming emotions that overtake her; she hasn't felt anything even close to this since she was home, on Themyscira. Even her own domain, a replica of her beloved island, doesn't bring these sort of feelings to her heart. She is wrapped up in it, and she doesn't yet know whether or not she will drown or bloom from it.
She turns, uncertain if she intends to leave or venture further within, and a man hovering just off the ground catches her eye. He looks deep in thought, and though normally she wouldn't want to disturb him, she cannot help herself. She keeps her tone even, though there is clearly something wavering just beneath her words.]
Is this your domain?
Though she could traverse the Horizon with a thought, she prefers to move on foot instead. It's easier for her to see who has barriers up around their domains; she isn't about to wander into someone's domain if they clearly don't want visitors. She isn't dressed for traveling, exactly, wearing laced sandals and a short, blue chiton with the sign of The Empress embroidered over her heart in pale thread; but in this place, she's found, it doesn't much matter what she wears, since she can mend her clothing on a whim. It is equal parts uncanny and convenient.
As soon as she steps into this new (to her) domain, she feels... tranquil. Safe. An enormous tree covered in blossoms looms ahead of her, unlike any she has ever seen, and the beauty of it combined with the serenity flooding her brings tears to her eyes. She places one hand to her chest, as if that will hold in the overwhelming emotions that overtake her; she hasn't felt anything even close to this since she was home, on Themyscira. Even her own domain, a replica of her beloved island, doesn't bring these sort of feelings to her heart. She is wrapped up in it, and she doesn't yet know whether or not she will drown or bloom from it.
She turns, uncertain if she intends to leave or venture further within, and a man hovering just off the ground catches her eye. He looks deep in thought, and though normally she wouldn't want to disturb him, she cannot help herself. She keeps her tone even, though there is clearly something wavering just beneath her words.]
Is this your domain?
[ Someone that knows him by sight in the robes of his order- that's curious. True he's taken to fashioning and making use of the robe he arrived in to have something close to familiar to wear in this strange new land and that might be noteworthy, but it is nowhere near what he has on in his domain. His brow quirks subtly and he drops his legs to stand, the floating meditation drifting away as gravity resumes its hold on him. The sense of serenity and knowing support doesn't diminish, however. The Kyber of the tree is resonant with the Living Force as Obi-Wan knows it; and noting that this man was so affected-
Curious. ]
I can't say I've had any visitors just yet- you are the first.
[ Where his visitor is upright and tense, Obi-Wan is open, warm and fluid, stepping down around the few boulders until he's at his guest's level, gesturing to a gazebo covered in crystalline ivy. ]
But perhaps I can help you in your search. Come, sit, I'll prepare caf or tea. I think I may have a bottle of brandy if that's something you need.
Curious. ]
I can't say I've had any visitors just yet- you are the first.
[ Where his visitor is upright and tense, Obi-Wan is open, warm and fluid, stepping down around the few boulders until he's at his guest's level, gesturing to a gazebo covered in crystalline ivy. ]
But perhaps I can help you in your search. Come, sit, I'll prepare caf or tea. I think I may have a bottle of brandy if that's something you need.
It is.
[ Obi-Wan opens his eyes, luminous in this place while deep in meditation, drifting on the comfort and serenity that resonates. He feels more steady, more certain, and perhaps tomorrow he will attempt to explore this place in a greater depth, seek out the monolith that is the center, the other domains created by those that have also been summoned to this world. Knowing what they choose for their comfort would teach him much of them and their worlds and he cannot help but be curious. Though- he currently is moved by the depth of emotion in his latest guest's voice. ]
The tree is somewhat...a physical manifestation of a metaphysical entity in my reality, I suppose, but the rest is very much like a garden in the Jedi Temple, where I was raised. A place of peace, joy, and rest.
[ He lifts a hand to his shoulder to steady a tooka kitten that curled against his neck, purring away in sleep. Within a moment gravity resumes and he steps out of the floating meditation, walking to get a better look at this- warrior? Her build, her stance, her attire all speak of pragmatism and strength. ]
...Are you able to feel it? I wasn't certain if it would translate for those unfamiliar.
[ Obi-Wan opens his eyes, luminous in this place while deep in meditation, drifting on the comfort and serenity that resonates. He feels more steady, more certain, and perhaps tomorrow he will attempt to explore this place in a greater depth, seek out the monolith that is the center, the other domains created by those that have also been summoned to this world. Knowing what they choose for their comfort would teach him much of them and their worlds and he cannot help but be curious. Though- he currently is moved by the depth of emotion in his latest guest's voice. ]
The tree is somewhat...a physical manifestation of a metaphysical entity in my reality, I suppose, but the rest is very much like a garden in the Jedi Temple, where I was raised. A place of peace, joy, and rest.
[ He lifts a hand to his shoulder to steady a tooka kitten that curled against his neck, purring away in sleep. Within a moment gravity resumes and he steps out of the floating meditation, walking to get a better look at this- warrior? Her build, her stance, her attire all speak of pragmatism and strength. ]
...Are you able to feel it? I wasn't certain if it would translate for those unfamiliar.
Do you really like meditating that much?
[Abby had been working on her own corner of the Horizon, carving out a space to call her own. But as her creation was very much created in the image of home. It hurt more than it felt comfortable at this moment.]
[So she wandered to see what others were up to, just to get a gauge to what was possible in the impossible. Only to find an old man meditating inside a place you get to by meditating.]
[Abby's mark of The Lovers is stitched into her crop top just over her heart, red on black. With a pair of simple but form fitting jeans dragging low enough to obscure her sneakers. The best element of being here, being in this place, was her clothes being her's. To a degree anyway.]
[Abby had been working on her own corner of the Horizon, carving out a space to call her own. But as her creation was very much created in the image of home. It hurt more than it felt comfortable at this moment.]
[So she wandered to see what others were up to, just to get a gauge to what was possible in the impossible. Only to find an old man meditating inside a place you get to by meditating.]
[Abby's mark of The Lovers is stitched into her crop top just over her heart, red on black. With a pair of simple but form fitting jeans dragging low enough to obscure her sneakers. The best element of being here, being in this place, was her clothes being her's. To a degree anyway.]
Mm?
[ Obi-Wan's eye cracks open from where he's hovering, peering down at the young woman dressed- quite a bit like Ayla if he thought about it. Curious. ]
It is something of a habit, I suppose. To better center myself and remain in contact with The Force.
[ He remains hovering for the moment, unable to stand for the sleeping tooka kitten purring in his lap. For the time being, he lives here. It's an excellent means of practicing his focus. ]
Here, at least, it feels as it should. Out in the Free Cities...less so.
[ Obi-Wan's eye cracks open from where he's hovering, peering down at the young woman dressed- quite a bit like Ayla if he thought about it. Curious. ]
It is something of a habit, I suppose. To better center myself and remain in contact with The Force.
[ He remains hovering for the moment, unable to stand for the sleeping tooka kitten purring in his lap. For the time being, he lives here. It's an excellent means of practicing his focus. ]
Here, at least, it feels as it should. Out in the Free Cities...less so.
So the meditating out there isn't doing it for you, but the meditating in here is?
[She's not judging nearly as much as she could be. Mostly she is sticking it out in here because of the peaceful vibe. Which could be a trap but her body isn't actually here so she can always just dip.]
[She may or may not have trust issues.]
Do you normally tell gravity to fuck off when you meditate?
[She's not judging nearly as much as she could be. Mostly she is sticking it out in here because of the peaceful vibe. Which could be a trap but her body isn't actually here so she can always just dip.]
[She may or may not have trust issues.]
Do you normally tell gravity to fuck off when you meditate?
More or less.
[ Obi-Wan answers with a wry smile, lifting one shoulder. In his lap the Tooka kit snuffles and stretches, shaking herself out from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail before leaping from Obi-Wan's lap to wander to their guest. Thus freed, Obi-Wan allows gravity to once again take hold and stands, hands sliding into the sleeves of his robe. ]
...more or less, depending upon my point of focus. Do you often wander about questioning strangers?
[ Obi-Wan answers with a wry smile, lifting one shoulder. In his lap the Tooka kit snuffles and stretches, shaking herself out from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail before leaping from Obi-Wan's lap to wander to their guest. Thus freed, Obi-Wan allows gravity to once again take hold and stands, hands sliding into the sleeves of his robe. ]
...more or less, depending upon my point of focus. Do you often wander about questioning strangers?
There a lot more questions to ask strangers. Also strangers to ask questions.
[Abby shrugged and let herself drop to the ground. Tucking her knee against her chest to sit. She's bored, and this place feels calming. And going from constant connection to everyone in her life, to having one botanical sales representative looking out for her was quite the vacancy in her attention.]
I'm Abby. Now I'm not a stranger, so you can ask whatever.
[Abby shrugged and let herself drop to the ground. Tucking her knee against her chest to sit. She's bored, and this place feels calming. And going from constant connection to everyone in her life, to having one botanical sales representative looking out for her was quite the vacancy in her attention.]
I'm Abby. Now I'm not a stranger, so you can ask whatever.
[ A precocious teenager. Certainly nothing he has experience with in the slightest- Obi-Wan smiles faintly to himself and drops to sit a respectable distance away from her while the Tooka kit wanders over to rub against her shins, purring. ]
I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, so I suppose neither of us are strangers. Have you found much in your wandering of the Horizon?
I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, so I suppose neither of us are strangers. Have you found much in your wandering of the Horizon?
Among all of that which of those was a name?
[She'd been keeping an eye on the weird birdfoot cat, but she's never been the girl to coo over cute animals. Of course, if it's bugging her and her hand is free, she will just stroke the thing. Just because.]
I've seen a few things, bigger ones get less impressive the more things you see. It often starts to feel like compensating. Nothing that really inspires me anyway.
[She'd been keeping an eye on the weird birdfoot cat, but she's never been the girl to coo over cute animals. Of course, if it's bugging her and her hand is free, she will just stroke the thing. Just because.]
I've seen a few things, bigger ones get less impressive the more things you see. It often starts to feel like compensating. Nothing that really inspires me anyway.
[ the Jedi floats gently to the ground, touching down lighter than air. The environment is surreal, more so than most domains, it rings more true of heaven, a moldable space with no limit on imagination and possibility. It feels like home. ]
The one I mentioned on the network before. Here, this may help.
[ Cas tugs the mugshot of dean from inside his coat and offers it to Obi-Wan. and now it clicks that he shouldn’t have immediately known the man on sight, with an internal wince. His attention to detail’s really slipping these last couple weeks home from the pit, hopefully it goes unnoticed. ]
We spoke earlier, I’m Castiel.
[ as Obi-wan moves for the gazebo, Cas zeros in on the kyber tree, pacing up to press a bare palm against it. Brows furrowed, he feels for the energy beneath the crystallized bark. ]
Tea would be fine, thank you. [ a distracted mutter. Another time, he might’ve chosen brandy, but he can’t spare the focus at a time like this. Cas closes his eyes, breathing in deeply and drawing at the flow of energy within the wisteria. ] This crystalline tree, is it something from your home?
The one I mentioned on the network before. Here, this may help.
[ Cas tugs the mugshot of dean from inside his coat and offers it to Obi-Wan. and now it clicks that he shouldn’t have immediately known the man on sight, with an internal wince. His attention to detail’s really slipping these last couple weeks home from the pit, hopefully it goes unnoticed. ]
We spoke earlier, I’m Castiel.
[ as Obi-wan moves for the gazebo, Cas zeros in on the kyber tree, pacing up to press a bare palm against it. Brows furrowed, he feels for the energy beneath the crystallized bark. ]
Tea would be fine, thank you. [ a distracted mutter. Another time, he might’ve chosen brandy, but he can’t spare the focus at a time like this. Cas closes his eyes, breathing in deeply and drawing at the flow of energy within the wisteria. ] This crystalline tree, is it something from your home?
Jedi Master is a title, Obi-wan Kenobi is my name.
[ His eyes light up, crinkling in mild amusement. There's somethingto be said for quick witted youths and his fondnessfor them. Anyone too pleasantout the gate has him inherently wary. ]
I must admit I haven't wandered much, content to perfect what I began building here my first visit. The urge to create is fascinating, especially when we are such blank slates upon our initial arrival. We recall nothing if the world we were summoned to or our own homes, yet we gravitate toward the familiar intuitively.
[ His eyes light up, crinkling in mild amusement. There's somethingto be said for quick witted youths and his fondnessfor them. Anyone too pleasantout the gate has him inherently wary. ]
I must admit I haven't wandered much, content to perfect what I began building here my first visit. The urge to create is fascinating, especially when we are such blank slates upon our initial arrival. We recall nothing if the world we were summoned to or our own homes, yet we gravitate toward the familiar intuitively.
Ah- I must admit I'm surprised you recognized me so quickly; is it a part of your angelic senses?
[ the ritual of preparing tea shall always and ever bring Obi-wan no small measure of peace and grounding in the midst of chaos and uncertainty. Here in his domain everything in the gazebo is humble, plain, but rich with memory. The set is the same he used for years as Qui-Gon's Padawan, the blend a richly spiced gift from Mace, the plate of brightly colored fruit (jogun, papple, melioroon) resting and ready to be sliced as he learned to offer his Padawan, Anakin.
Slices of Familiarity, of home. ]
It is and it isn't. The shape of it- yes. My favorite tree and safe haven in the room of a thousand fountains at the Jedi temple looks much like this, but of the usual organic material. The crystal, now...I believe I intuitively recreated the shape and feeling of Kyber from Ilum, combining it with that tree. Two places I have always felt certain, safe, and connected to the Force.
I have heard rumors of crystal trees in the edges of wild space- but nothing like this. May I ask why?
[ the ritual of preparing tea shall always and ever bring Obi-wan no small measure of peace and grounding in the midst of chaos and uncertainty. Here in his domain everything in the gazebo is humble, plain, but rich with memory. The set is the same he used for years as Qui-Gon's Padawan, the blend a richly spiced gift from Mace, the plate of brightly colored fruit (jogun, papple, melioroon) resting and ready to be sliced as he learned to offer his Padawan, Anakin.
Slices of Familiarity, of home. ]
It is and it isn't. The shape of it- yes. My favorite tree and safe haven in the room of a thousand fountains at the Jedi temple looks much like this, but of the usual organic material. The crystal, now...I believe I intuitively recreated the shape and feeling of Kyber from Ilum, combining it with that tree. Two places I have always felt certain, safe, and connected to the Force.
I have heard rumors of crystal trees in the edges of wild space- but nothing like this. May I ask why?
So... Obi-wan?
[There's something to be said about not giving out all the information. Abby didn't give her full name, or even her full first name. For that reason. Who cares?]
Well, you did make this place calming as fuck. Easy to not go elsewhere. Maybe build something less peaceful next time?
[There's something to be said about not giving out all the information. Abby didn't give her full name, or even her full first name. For that reason. Who cares?]
Well, you did make this place calming as fuck. Easy to not go elsewhere. Maybe build something less peaceful next time?
It was the tree. [ cas lies, somewhat. the crystal tree was a big clue, but not the first or primary thing he'd noticed approaching obi-wan. ] You mentioned it before.
[ no man likes to be told his fate's been written, and cas would rather not put his new friend on the spot, to make him feel more known than knowing.
cas can feel the energy thrumming through the tree just under his palm, nearly a warmth to it. the hum of serenity lulling his mind deepens, and it's clear this tree is the source. he tries to picture obi-wan's words in his mind - a 'room of a thousand fountains' and a wisteria with a canopied curtain of lavender flowers. ]
It must be a very large room, or very small fountains. [ he sighs, reluctantly pulling away from the tree to follow Obi-wan to the gazebo, observing him performing his tea ritual with pensive interest. ] Tending nature does have a meditative, healing effect, but I've never known a plant to give off such an intense soothing effect as this. I was just wondering if it's real somewhere, or purely imagination. What's Kyber?
[ no man likes to be told his fate's been written, and cas would rather not put his new friend on the spot, to make him feel more known than knowing.
cas can feel the energy thrumming through the tree just under his palm, nearly a warmth to it. the hum of serenity lulling his mind deepens, and it's clear this tree is the source. he tries to picture obi-wan's words in his mind - a 'room of a thousand fountains' and a wisteria with a canopied curtain of lavender flowers. ]
It must be a very large room, or very small fountains. [ he sighs, reluctantly pulling away from the tree to follow Obi-wan to the gazebo, observing him performing his tea ritual with pensive interest. ] Tending nature does have a meditative, healing effect, but I've never known a plant to give off such an intense soothing effect as this. I was just wondering if it's real somewhere, or purely imagination. What's Kyber?
Edited 2023-04-15 06:41 (UTC)
[She looks from him to the shining tree, thinking it nearly looks bejeweled. Is that how it is where he's from, or is it simply a part of the Horizon? It's difficult to tell, if she's honest. There is magic here, though her connection to it is not as strong as it should be for one with her blood.
Peace, joy, and rest sums it up nicely. She nods just a bit, head bobbing slightly as she continues to look at the tree for a moment longer before turning her gaze back to him. Her eyes do shine, though she's managed to get a hold of her emotions once more. Not an easy feat when faced with such an outpouring of feeling, but she's managing.
The strange creature on his shoulder, of all things, helps ground her. It looks akin to a cat, though not like any she's ever seen. When she speaks again, her voice has steadied, and her eyes are more or less clear.]
It's all I can feel. Like coming home. [She glances around them again.] Though little of this looks like where I am from. It is beautiful, nonetheless.
Peace, joy, and rest sums it up nicely. She nods just a bit, head bobbing slightly as she continues to look at the tree for a moment longer before turning her gaze back to him. Her eyes do shine, though she's managed to get a hold of her emotions once more. Not an easy feat when faced with such an outpouring of feeling, but she's managing.
The strange creature on his shoulder, of all things, helps ground her. It looks akin to a cat, though not like any she's ever seen. When she speaks again, her voice has steadied, and her eyes are more or less clear.]
It's all I can feel. Like coming home. [She glances around them again.] Though little of this looks like where I am from. It is beautiful, nonetheless.
Obi-Wan.
[ There's no real need for titles among the summoned, he supposes, with how often the order simply isn't recognized. ]
I continue to be surprised and somewhat gratified to know that visitors experience this domain as I do. It truly wasn't my intention to create something...serenely disruptive?
[ There's no real need for titles among the summoned, he supposes, with how often the order simply isn't recognized. ]
I continue to be surprised and somewhat gratified to know that visitors experience this domain as I do. It truly wasn't my intention to create something...serenely disruptive?
Two things can be true.
[ Obi-Wan murmurs with no little amusement, setting the tea aside to steep. Some leosylph kits drift and float along a cool breeze, darting amid fluttering, reflective light not entirely unlike falling petals. ]
Kyber crystals are...not quite sentient, but resonant in the force, and are often used as a focus or channel for lightsabers. I can't say I've ever seen them grow quite like this, but they and their energy do resonate with organic life and plants in particular, so perhaps there is somewhere in my galaxy with something close to this tree. The Kyber caves of Ilum are where Jedi have traveled as younglings to find the crystal for their lightsabers and...it is a challenge. You face yourself and the elements in your seeking, but the caves as a whole?
[ Voice in a lilting, soothing intonation that speaks of a common lecture, Obi-Wan pours two cups of tea. ]
Never before have I felt that a world in its entirety cared for me. Not the people on it, but the planet itself. The sensation is as humbling as it is soothing; and in my...discomfort in not having any other Jedi in the Free Cities that I can feel or connect with? I may have pulled on the sensation to feel less isolated.
[ Obi-Wan murmurs with no little amusement, setting the tea aside to steep. Some leosylph kits drift and float along a cool breeze, darting amid fluttering, reflective light not entirely unlike falling petals. ]
Kyber crystals are...not quite sentient, but resonant in the force, and are often used as a focus or channel for lightsabers. I can't say I've ever seen them grow quite like this, but they and their energy do resonate with organic life and plants in particular, so perhaps there is somewhere in my galaxy with something close to this tree. The Kyber caves of Ilum are where Jedi have traveled as younglings to find the crystal for their lightsabers and...it is a challenge. You face yourself and the elements in your seeking, but the caves as a whole?
[ Voice in a lilting, soothing intonation that speaks of a common lecture, Obi-Wan pours two cups of tea. ]
Never before have I felt that a world in its entirety cared for me. Not the people on it, but the planet itself. The sensation is as humbling as it is soothing; and in my...discomfort in not having any other Jedi in the Free Cities that I can feel or connect with? I may have pulled on the sensation to feel less isolated.
...coming home would be a very apt way of describing the feeling. I wasn't aware those that aren't Force Sensitive could- resonate with the kyber here.
[ On petite birdlike feet, the kitten rouses enough to stand and stretch, jaw cracking open in a wide quavering yawn before circling around to Obi-Wan's other shoulder to doze, all while Obi-Wan remains perfectly still as to not disturb the creature. ]
But I can't say that I regret it. Knowing that at least here, others can experience the Living Force as I do, even in this strange world. [ Even if only in the Horizon- even if he cannot quite feel others the way he would in his own realm just yet- there is a comfort in mutual connection that has his eyes warm to the point of welling, but the emotion moves through him without leaving a mark.
He has a guest. Gawking is impolite. ]
The wisteria is one I spent many a day under or in as a young man, though it was but a tree back home. The kyber is, I think, what makes my domain resonate so. Welcome, I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. Would you care for a cup of tea, perhaps?
[ On petite birdlike feet, the kitten rouses enough to stand and stretch, jaw cracking open in a wide quavering yawn before circling around to Obi-Wan's other shoulder to doze, all while Obi-Wan remains perfectly still as to not disturb the creature. ]
But I can't say that I regret it. Knowing that at least here, others can experience the Living Force as I do, even in this strange world. [ Even if only in the Horizon- even if he cannot quite feel others the way he would in his own realm just yet- there is a comfort in mutual connection that has his eyes warm to the point of welling, but the emotion moves through him without leaving a mark.
He has a guest. Gawking is impolite. ]
The wisteria is one I spent many a day under or in as a young man, though it was but a tree back home. The kyber is, I think, what makes my domain resonate so. Welcome, I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. Would you care for a cup of tea, perhaps?
I'll get bored of the calm eventually and go look for something insane. You're the one talking about not getting out much.
[She holds one hand flat, waving the other over it to conjure... a cookie. She's bored, even if snacks don't sustain they do have taste. And she's gotten oreos right finally.]
If you build something perfect here, what's the point in going anywhere else?
[She holds one hand flat, waving the other over it to conjure... a cookie. She's bored, even if snacks don't sustain they do have taste. And she's gotten oreos right finally.]
If you build something perfect here, what's the point in going anywhere else?
[While the words kyber and Force mean nothing to her by themselves at the moment, she makes the assumption that they have something to do with the tree and the way it shimmers. Though she does not know what kind of power it is, she wonders at it.]
The Horizon is mysterious in many ways. Perhaps this is another one of them.
[She presses her hand to her chest once more as if to hold everything within herself, before dropping her arms to rest by her sides. Her stance is loose, but despite the ease with which she holds herself, she still has an air about her that she's ready for anything.
She inclines her head slightly in thanks for the explanation, and looks again to the tree. It is so unlike anything she has seen before, almost like something from the realm of the gods. She exhales slowly, and smiles at the offer.]
Well met, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am Diana of Themyscira. Tea sounds lovely.
[While they may not need to eat or drink in the Horizon, it's the familiarity of the action that matters.]
The Horizon is mysterious in many ways. Perhaps this is another one of them.
[She presses her hand to her chest once more as if to hold everything within herself, before dropping her arms to rest by her sides. Her stance is loose, but despite the ease with which she holds herself, she still has an air about her that she's ready for anything.
She inclines her head slightly in thanks for the explanation, and looks again to the tree. It is so unlike anything she has seen before, almost like something from the realm of the gods. She exhales slowly, and smiles at the offer.]
Well met, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am Diana of Themyscira. Tea sounds lovely.
[While they may not need to eat or drink in the Horizon, it's the familiarity of the action that matters.]
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