From the Preserve to MCA, Saturday

[2_old_for_this]

It was fairly quiet out here in the preserve; the odd animals seemed uninterested in Peter, which was fine with him. He wasn't out here to animal-watch.

It had gotten oppressive in his apartment, the walls seeming to press on him along with the memories. He still needed to do more, though. The magic was coming back to him, and he needed to remember more.

The air crackled slightly around him as he sank to his knees and took a deep breath. He cupped his hands together, channeling the excess energy into a ball, then pushing it away to dissipate in the air. He took another breath and sank back into the memories of Hell, searching for what he needed. From the outside, it might look like meditation, if you ignored the expression on his face.



[Expecting one!]

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[uncertain_dume]

In the future, upon reflection, Kanan would probably cite this exact moment as the first time in years that he actually acknowledged that re-attuning himself to the Force had been a wise decision. For starters, it would have saved him from mistaking what was going on for meditation. It definitely would have prevented him from stumbling up from behind Peter in the woods while out for some air of his own. But, as it was, Kanan was in need of a good stretch of his legs, and while the sights off-island were always interesting, sometimes he needed some quiet, too.

For what it was worth, he tried to be quiet once he noticed Peter kneeling in the undergrowth, but it wasn't like he was particularly trying to avoid every snapping twig or crackling leaf, either.