The sea crashes against the jacked rocks that make up the shoreline. Something calls you there, a deep thumping that can be felt in your soul, like a splinter in your mind. The solitary form of one lonely padawan makes its way slowly up the coast from the south, headed for the jagged shoreline, drawn by the inexplicable call of purpose. It is to this spot that he must be, that every fiber of his being pulls him forwards. Green eyes peer out from a ragged hood, Anakin surrounded in a blanket of calm. He has not spoken to another sentient since his trial in the cave; he remains stoic, quiet, and calmly strong. He walks to the edge of the shore and looks out over the water.