A Dubious Girl

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Ikora stood alone in the center of the sparring room wearing only pants and a tight singlet, her lightsaber grasped firmly in her hand. She twiddled her toes and felt the rough canvas beneath her bare feet. She Focused on her breath as her chest heaved. She had been training for hours, first doing physical exercise, using her own body weight to exert and wear herself down in order to then practice her lightsaber forms. She would scrutinize her form in the reflection of the mirrors lined up against the far facing wall. This allowed her to refine and further ingrain a precision to her lightsaber combat no matter her level of exhaustion.
Now she sat down and crossed her legs. Setting her lightsaber before her, she closed her eyes and begun to run through the sensations she felt, calming herself. Her twitching muscles that ached, feeling the heat of the room, the sweat running down her back and arms. The force...

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[GABA]

The Force was calm, like an early spring storm with its thunder rumbles enough to grab someone's attention, then also reassure of the soft cool rains that would follow.

That's what it felt like to Kyrene as she watched quietly from the sideline.

She had taken a break from her own training, her wooden staff in her lap as she watched the girl move with finesse before settling into a still meditative stance. It had been a while since she could watch others, she worried about who was watching her, it felt like someone was always watching her.

"Its cooler outside." Kyrene chirped noting the sweat along her face, neck and arms.