The path of a Padawan learner could be difficult, at times. Dealing with such a monumental change in their lives, combined with the trials and learning that the Jedi Path required, it could be overwhelming. Especially so for those Padawans in their teenage years. The pressure of their training, combined with the general burden of living through their adolescence and growth into adults, could be more than any of them could bear at times.
Of course, there was always support in the Temple. There were Knights who would listen and provide sage advice. Records and holobooks, filled with valuable teachings. Each of them had their own Master, who would support them through their apprenticeship and give them support whenever they asked for it. Though, sometimes, the only person that can help a teenager is... another teenager. A positive relationship with your master is invaluable, but you just need someone sharing your situation now. Just to vent, sometimes. With the encouragement of her master, Nara had set out to make a group, just for Padawans. She'd phrased it as something that would aid their studies and support their training but honestly, having someone to talk to who didn't speak in the mysteries of the Force constantly would make her feel a little less... spaced out.
Off to the side of the Temple's library, Nara sat at a table, staring at a holobook. Her brow furrowed a little more as she tried to concentrate. She'd read the same line twelve times over and it was starting to irritate her. The combined wisdom of thousands of years of Jedi could sometimes be the most infuriatingly dense bantha crap in all the Galaxy. She tried again, knowing that she had important trials on the horizon, knowing that there was something in there that'd help... until she read the same words again. A true Jedi must then take stock of their emotions and not allow them to rule over...
With a grumpy sigh, she shoved the holobook away from herself angrily, watching it skid over the table. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she leaned back, folding her arms huffily. "I think I'm just gonna crush myself under all those books. It'd be easier than trying to read them," she complained to the collected group, as she drummed her fingers on the table. "I swear they wrote all these to annoy us. These Jedi Masters never existed, it's just somebody trying to torture us."
OOC: Open to Jedi Padawan characters only, please.
Of course, there was always support in the Temple. There were Knights who would listen and provide sage advice. Records and holobooks, filled with valuable teachings. Each of them had their own Master, who would support them through their apprenticeship and give them support whenever they asked for it. Though, sometimes, the only person that can help a teenager is... another teenager. A positive relationship with your master is invaluable, but you just need someone sharing your situation now. Just to vent, sometimes. With the encouragement of her master, Nara had set out to make a group, just for Padawans. She'd phrased it as something that would aid their studies and support their training but honestly, having someone to talk to who didn't speak in the mysteries of the Force constantly would make her feel a little less... spaced out.
Off to the side of the Temple's library, Nara sat at a table, staring at a holobook. Her brow furrowed a little more as she tried to concentrate. She'd read the same line twelve times over and it was starting to irritate her. The combined wisdom of thousands of years of Jedi could sometimes be the most infuriatingly dense bantha crap in all the Galaxy. She tried again, knowing that she had important trials on the horizon, knowing that there was something in there that'd help... until she read the same words again. A true Jedi must then take stock of their emotions and not allow them to rule over...
With a grumpy sigh, she shoved the holobook away from herself angrily, watching it skid over the table. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she leaned back, folding her arms huffily. "I think I'm just gonna crush myself under all those books. It'd be easier than trying to read them," she complained to the collected group, as she drummed her fingers on the table. "I swear they wrote all these to annoy us. These Jedi Masters never existed, it's just somebody trying to torture us."
OOC: Open to Jedi Padawan characters only, please.