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Beach Near The Lighthouse, Friday Night
Sep. 27th, 2019 09:07 pmThere were parts of the island that were always quiet, somehow; maybe it was the fact that most of the buildings out here were shops, and most of the apartments and residences were on the older side of the island. Atton didn't really care about the whys, though. He cared that there was some peace here.
At least Brianna and Mical had the common decency not to break it as they arrived. They put some blankets down on the sand, to avoid the worst irritation the sand might have to offer.
Then the three of them sat down, settled. Brianna on her knees, Atton and Mical with their legs curved beneath them. This was the grand upside of the Force, one of the few things that made opening oneself to it worth the risk: no matter what little quibbles and arguments separated you, when it came down to it, words weren't always necessary.
And for all the complaining Atton did about how cryptic the whole Jedi thing could be, meditation had become a comfort over the years. Just... letting go of himself, of Jaq, of Atton Rand, of the teacher, the bartender, even the Jedi, and becoming-- everyone and everything. No one. And all three of them, with the bonds that the Exile forged between them, somehow a greater no one at the same time.
He listened to the waves, the wind, and the steady beat of the strong Force presences around him. Then he became them. Became more. Became the Force.
[[ open if you trip over them, though! ]]
At least Brianna and Mical had the common decency not to break it as they arrived. They put some blankets down on the sand, to avoid the worst irritation the sand might have to offer.
Then the three of them sat down, settled. Brianna on her knees, Atton and Mical with their legs curved beneath them. This was the grand upside of the Force, one of the few things that made opening oneself to it worth the risk: no matter what little quibbles and arguments separated you, when it came down to it, words weren't always necessary.
And for all the complaining Atton did about how cryptic the whole Jedi thing could be, meditation had become a comfort over the years. Just... letting go of himself, of Jaq, of Atton Rand, of the teacher, the bartender, even the Jedi, and becoming-- everyone and everything. No one. And all three of them, with the bonds that the Exile forged between them, somehow a greater no one at the same time.
He listened to the waves, the wind, and the steady beat of the strong Force presences around him. Then he became them. Became more. Became the Force.
[[ open if you trip over them, though! ]]
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