Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:52 pm by Eli Vandal
*He had taken the time to walk a distance away from the aircraft he arrived on. The ship was a necessity for travel, as were the weapons he carried, but that doesn't mean he had to appreciate the eye sore of the metallic vessels presence in a land more serene than he could have expected. Finding a nice patch of soil, thoroughly removed of vegetation but surrounded by overgrowth, Eli laid his weapons on the ground, behind a large tree and out of site. Bending at the knees as he knelt down, he was given a window through the foliage to the sun, as if the Force had cut out a narrow just for him to gaze upon it. In actuality, falling trees often left patches of mud barren for new growth to arise, which while not as majestic as the Force intervening in the life of a lowly passer-by, it still served the metaphorical purpose he was hoping for.*
*Now on his knees, Eli shuffled through the bag at his right side, pulling an old piece of parchment that had obviously seen better days but was folded delicately nonetheless. Looking at the sun, his emerald eyes slightly growing from the much needed energy that he lacked in space, Eli shook his head and looked at the unfolded piece of paper now resting in his hands. His eyes traced over the etched lines, repetition after repetition with more repetition, the words flowing in his mind and echoing through all of this thought processes. The words filled every action he committed, were the foundations of his being, and provided with all the guidance he required. There were no words of diplomacy or implicit passivism, only statements of action and devotion. Words implied through the only true master he would ever accept, all others were surrogates.*
He folded the paper back together and placed it delicately back in the satchel, as to not damage it. His hands rested firmly on his thighs, knees creating indents in the soft soil beneath him, as he looked out towards the blue skyline temporarily lit up by an orange glow from the sun. It was near evening and the sun was settling down. On Zelos II, this would be when all citizens would return to their home, in fear of that which lied in the darkness. But Eli made a vow to never succumb to that fear, because that was the way of darkness and once it had you, there would always be that doubt and fear in your mind.
He watched quietly as the sun completely set, over the course of an hour, and he slouched forward, placing his sunglasses back on. There was no need to not wear them now, he couldn't see either way. But he could feel and that was perhaps the most important thing about the night to him. By losing his sight, he became more open to the force, like the pressure caused by closing one gate to force a flood to enter through another, a surge of sorts in the quietness of being blind. In was in this time that he quietly meditated, listening to the world he ventured to and the various activities and events that occurred there.*