Winter Chill - [Murae]

[Harukei]

If there was something that she appreciated about Rhen Var was how quiet it felt. Even with the occasional raging blizzard that fell upon the re-purposed temple that now the order was occupying. All felt in place in the void and silence that came from the planet. There was power here, ancient, but it wasn't like the whispers from ancient war and tales bloodshed such that were common to Korriban. The rhythm of this world was more serene, slower. Perhaps even sad and regretful.

Why would this planet, cold and desolate, would resonate and sync with her much better than the strongholds of ancient dark power that were the aforementioned Korriban or even Drommund Kaas was an answer that still eluded her comprehension. However debates of internal philosophy were not what had brought her to this world. Neither was sightseeing of a former temple of their ancient enemies given a higher purpose. That to bring order. In a way she could say that now after entering Novus' service, this place would serve as a sort of operational base of her. One that she could approve.

However some of her duties could not be neglected. After all, Syrin was a teacher and it was in her responsibilities to teach her charges. While she was certain that Felran had a modicum of skill, her new apprentice, Murae was something of an incognito for her. To plan her training, she had to see what she would do first hand. And thus she had cited the young Zeltron to meet her at one of the few desolate training areas of the temple. 

Standing before an ample archway that led into a vista of the surrounding mountains and it's paths, Syrin would close her eyes, feeling the cold bite of the wind as it collided against her features and her black hair. Her arms were locked behind her back, her breathing would stall as if she was a statue as she slowly entered into the intimacy of her mind. However, despite the meditative state, all her senses, aided through the Force were sharpened, nothing in the room was to happen without her knowing it first. 

[Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS]

Murae hadn't loved the cold, though she didn't mind it too much. But over all she was more or less pleased she decided to wear actual sith training robes. It provided her at least a few extra layers for the weather, plus her black leather gloves she wore along with the black robes.  Though under if needed as always she has more flexible clothing under.

She also hadn't the slightest clue on what to expect of her new training. At least she wasn't going in totally untrained she thought to herself. Though she knew she would have quite the straining of what she knew in the session. 

Despite her thoughts she continued down the hall reaching the training room she was told to be in. When she opened the door and saw her master's metitorial state, she said nothing. Murae closed the door behind her and walked up to her master while also keeping some distance to her, she put her hands behind her back and waited for her masters meditation to end. 

But Murae did however know that her Master knew she was in the room. One thing she knew of her meditation was that senses heightened during meditation. Though she waited for her master to finish. Standing across the room from Syrin with her hands behind her back and she standing up tall with her feet shoulder length apart in more of a ready stance. (Not fighting just more ready when she is stance)

[Harukei]

Syrin would continue deep in meditation as she began to focus on all her past experiences and pain. Outwardly her hands would slowly form into fists. Each breathing would hearken back unto the deep recesses of her mind, and the true source of her strength in the Force. Unconsciously the Sith Knight would bite her lip as the emotions began to pour, only to be met with an unmovable resistance from her part.

The Dark Side of the Force was pure, unadulterated power. Unshackled by those who tapped through it via hate, anger and fury. She knew then that it had being those whispers she had heard back as she rummaged through garbage and other filth, even stole to see a living in the worlds in which the scum and villainy had being allowed to develop into a malignant growth by the Republic and the Jedi. Complacency had brought chaos and suffering to the galaxy and by large neither the millenary government, nor its guardians had being close to suffocate it. It only grew more and more. 

However power could be chaos. And unless it was given a purpose, it was meaningless. Even as she concentrated in the pain and hatred of the past, she did not give in to a lust for blood. Without a direction only more chaos would be brought. But by containing such emotions, she gave a purpose to that power. And order was that purpose. She knew it very well. As her power would sync with her spirit, strengthening her resolve with each breath she took. 

As Murae's presence came as a hint from the Force, the would note that her meditation was about to come to an end. Around her time began to take it's usual meaning and speed to its normalcy. Her eyes would open to the world, meeting the grey and white polished stone that made the temple, and the vast mountains capped with snow provided by the vista. Syrin would turn to meet her apprentice. Her eyes burning with an unyielding crimson.

"You are late Murae." Syrin announced, her voice echoing against the walls.   

[Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS]

Murae knew good and well that she was late. She knew it from the moment she landed her ship and that once she stepped off of it she was lost. It took her almost an hour to find her way through the temple and she knew that her master would not be pleased. Murae was not even pleased with herself; the apprentice that couldn't even find her way through the temple, that'd make a great joke amongst the sith ranks.

She could almost hear the jokes already ring out. The thought infuriated her. But her face showed no emotion she approached her master and bowed sincerely. 

"My sincerest apologies, this is my first time on his planet and I became quite lost when trying to locate you master."