Title: A Song of the Ocean Author: brodiew Characters: Avar Kriss, Elzar Mann, Loden Greatstorm, other THR Jedi. Genres: romance, friendship, drama, angst, humor - running the gamut. Time frame: The High Republic - 200 years prior to The Phantom Menace. A/N: This is my first High Republic fic. I hope you enjoy. These characters are introduced in Charles Soule's Light of the Jedi. This thread will be where I attempt some romance, humor, and more. The source material gives a good idea of who these characters are, but does not go in depth. LOTJ(HA!) is the introduction to this new timeframe for the Jedi and the Republic and has a lot of heavy lifting to do. That said, I adore these two and hope to do them justice. Enjoy! Impossible Jedi Master Avar Kriss never tired of telling Knight Elzar Mann that his specific desired applications of the Force were impossible. He saw the Force as a vast ocean, deep and wide, teeming with undiscovered applications. When he sought the Force, he dove into the corners unexplored, the cracks and crevices, the opaque and seemingly unreachable depths. It was all with in the light, of course, but he was driven by an undeniable curiosity. Part of her impossible declaration, in any given instance, was to see his reaction. He was a handsome man, some said he looked like a holo star, somewhere between chiseled from marble and born of bygone gods mating with mere mortals. His dismissive smirk when ever she challenged him gave her a warmth that she could not attain from communing with the Force. Another part of the impossible was that she believed it. Elzar pushed the boundaries of what was understood. He reached for what was just beyond his grasp. He challenged what was established. This unwillingness to conform, if that was the right word, was part of the reason he had not attained the rank of Jedi Master. It was both frustrating and captivating. The final part was to see if it could, indeed, be done. As many times as she shook her head and told him his efforts would be fruitless, he had done the impossible. Many of those times drawing her into the effort with a request for her help. Help me. It was neither a demand nor a plead. It was an offer to join him, in the Force, to be part of something special. Not just to be part of it, to contribute. She could not deny him. It never occurred to her. She would goad him. She would tease him. She would never deny him her help. She had known Elzar since they were crechelings and their connection as friends and partners was unfathomable. Being with him, in those moments, closer to him than at any other time, she felt that their souls touched, if only for a moment. In those moments, those aching moments, Avar knew that there was something else she could not deny. She loved this man. She was not in love, like some core world debutante. She loved Elzar Mann. Though no one else may suspect it, she was pretty sure it was no secret to the man himself. However, things being what they were, whether he reciprocated, or not, had never come to the surface. He had not dissuaded or encouraged her. She had not pressed him nor had she tried to dispel her love. It had been this way for a very long time. And, for Avar Kriss, that was just fine.