[Noelyci is talking telepathically to Sh., A friend and sometime student who has lost her vision on her recent adventures and is recovering in a village on Dathomir.]
I went back to Dathomir, I had sensed Sh. when I was in the middle of rescuing I. with Devia. It was time to check in with her, I had the impression she was safe but it's always best to follow up. Piloting the small unmarked fighter through the Imperial interdiction was no problem... was actually relaxing to use those skills again.
I set up camp in a small clearing... near the old cleansed Jedi shrine Z. had shown me so many years ago... the one I showed Sh. to tie to if she needed more energy.
The link was weak.... she was drawing from her reserves rather then the flow.
"I'm not getting visual impressions... are you hurt? I've missed our chats, do you need a hand?"
"Noel? Not hurt... was poisoned. I'm safe... but I don't know where I am... I can't see."
I hope the vision didn't destroy her eyes... she had beautiful piercing eyes... the kind that held compassion until they couldn't anymore.
"Time to learn to see another way Sh. The way you showed me with your toy... if you can feel each grain of sand in the little globe then you can tell me where you are."
The connection faded away for awhile... although I could still feel the effort. She let me know that she was in a village. There were good impressions near her... people who were taking care of her. And a uniquely bright source of the force... a little girl... young woman really... full of curiosity and concern...
"I do think I'm safe Noel..."
"I have some quick advice, the snowflakes are moving in on this camping spot... Dath has an interesting affect that I'll leave you to discover... but mind the balance... and listen for the trees. I'll come get you when I can and you're ready, or send someone I trust." She gave me a final warning to pass on to G. concerning the one who poisoned her. I think it surprised her when I offered to remove the problem permanently. It surprises many when they find out I'm willing to remove people without a second thought. But honestly it is what I've been trained to do. I spent my life living in the shadows. Being in the light is something new. I will take it on as a method of balance, it cannot be personal to me... it never was. I don't mind being the instrument that allows them to maintain their own balance, avoid their own use of skills in anger, As long as it's necessary.
Listening to the trees on Dathomir is an interesting experience... hard to describe because they don't talk to everyone, and they don't say the same things to everyone. They exist as a kind of historical record of the flow... recording the force and its fluctuations as they record the amount of moisture in the rings of their trunks. The thing I've learned from them is that the balance always returns. It may take many lifetimes to do so, but it is a pendulum that swings... a scale that tips. There are trees here, twisted by their proximity to the hate and evil that exists in large pockets... but then there are trees here twisted by their proximity to passive thought as well. Taken as a whole the forests of Dathomir tell a story and epic that few ever get the chance to understand...
(This blog is a fictional journal of a character from the game Star Wars Galaxies. An MMORPG with a strong roleplaying community. Thanks to all the people I play with in the Sunrunner Galaxy. I couldn't tell this story without you.)
Clear Skies, ~Noel
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