Munching on a raw chicken leg, Nibs gazed up at his master friend with wide, puppy dog eyes, orbs flicking between the human Jedi's bright face and the box of spicy chicken wings and nuggets he held in one hand. The Anooba chewed loudly then tossed the bone in the air. Before it could be caught between snapping jaws, however, an invisible force yanked the bone out of the canid's reach and off the ship. Prized chicken leg bone flung out of reach and indignant at the non-verbal command to sit and stay, Nibs whined pitifully at Arctus and nudged the man's arm with his nose.
The act, aimed to guilt trip the Knight, went unsuccessful as Selene the Arkanian Dragon rebuked the spoiled Anooba's antics with a baleful glare and low hiss.
"Shush, you two. Is that how you're gonna make a good impression on a new friend?" the Corellian lightly admonished his companions with a barely concealed grin, amusement glinting in his hazel grey eyes. As if to emphasize his point, he carefully shook the box he held in one hand at the two. "Methinks I, for one, am gonna start with an absolute blast."
Hot wings and nuggets, separated inside the box of course, rattled gently and – as expected – earned two pairs of hungry gazes.
Although he projected a calm and confident aura, Arctus Ramiel Friers was a panicking mess inside. While he agreed with the Council that he was ready to mentor one of the Padawans on his own, remnants of self-doubt still clung to the Knight – albeit not in a disparaging sense anymore, which he took as a positive since his rank-up. One such doubt revolved in him being too overprotective towards his potential (prospective?) student. While it was good to protect the future generation, coddling them too much wouldn't help them in the long run. Arctus wanted to avoid that, and though he would still be doing the protecting he accepted the fact that he wouldn't be able to do it every darn time.
Though there were other small doubts that he knew might crop here and there, the Corellian focused on his overprotective streak first and foremost. It was something he really wanted to not overdo – Force knew it sure had suffocated his best friends sometimes in the past.
The Deep Core planet of Tython held a special, deep tie to the Living Force. A trip to the planet had become something of a pilgrimage for members of the Jedi Order, and Arctus, of course, was not exempt from it. The task at hand today was to meet with Padawan Heidi Vulpis and see if she could be the Knight's potential student, but more importantly if the young Jedi would even consider the Corellian as a good enough mentor for her. At the end of the day, though, the decision would have to be a mutual agreement between the two.
The forest stretched before the Knight who sat on the roof of his ship, gaze scanning the area for any signs of the Padawan. Perhaps it was some sort of a test for the young teen to locate their meeting place to see how well she could navigate around a new place on her own. Arctus had asked one of his fellow Knights to escort Padawan Vulpis to Tython, and to leave the young one on the spaceport with both instruction to meet the Corellian and directions to where the man's ship would be located. Of course Arctus, on his way to their meeting spot, had taken the time to cook up said hot wings and nuggets he carried, but the more he stared at the box the more he felt that he seemed to be bribing the kid with food to endear himself to her. And besides…
"What if she doesn't even like chicken? Or spicy food? Wow, I'm an idiot."
Of all the things he should be worrying about – Is the Padawan on the planet already? Is she making her way here without trouble? Why did I make that weird request-slash-task in the first place? – the one he chose was the Padawan's food preference.
"So far, so good," he hazarded a guess, unaware of the almost disapproving gaze Selene had sent him and Nibs' happy, goofy canine smile.
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The act, aimed to guilt trip the Knight, went unsuccessful as Selene the Arkanian Dragon rebuked the spoiled Anooba's antics with a baleful glare and low hiss.
"Shush, you two. Is that how you're gonna make a good impression on a new friend?" the Corellian lightly admonished his companions with a barely concealed grin, amusement glinting in his hazel grey eyes. As if to emphasize his point, he carefully shook the box he held in one hand at the two. "Methinks I, for one, am gonna start with an absolute blast."
Hot wings and nuggets, separated inside the box of course, rattled gently and – as expected – earned two pairs of hungry gazes.
Although he projected a calm and confident aura, Arctus Ramiel Friers was a panicking mess inside. While he agreed with the Council that he was ready to mentor one of the Padawans on his own, remnants of self-doubt still clung to the Knight – albeit not in a disparaging sense anymore, which he took as a positive since his rank-up. One such doubt revolved in him being too overprotective towards his potential (prospective?) student. While it was good to protect the future generation, coddling them too much wouldn't help them in the long run. Arctus wanted to avoid that, and though he would still be doing the protecting he accepted the fact that he wouldn't be able to do it every darn time.
Though there were other small doubts that he knew might crop here and there, the Corellian focused on his overprotective streak first and foremost. It was something he really wanted to not overdo – Force knew it sure had suffocated his best friends sometimes in the past.
The Deep Core planet of Tython held a special, deep tie to the Living Force. A trip to the planet had become something of a pilgrimage for members of the Jedi Order, and Arctus, of course, was not exempt from it. The task at hand today was to meet with Padawan Heidi Vulpis and see if she could be the Knight's potential student, but more importantly if the young Jedi would even consider the Corellian as a good enough mentor for her. At the end of the day, though, the decision would have to be a mutual agreement between the two.
The forest stretched before the Knight who sat on the roof of his ship, gaze scanning the area for any signs of the Padawan. Perhaps it was some sort of a test for the young teen to locate their meeting place to see how well she could navigate around a new place on her own. Arctus had asked one of his fellow Knights to escort Padawan Vulpis to Tython, and to leave the young one on the spaceport with both instruction to meet the Corellian and directions to where the man's ship would be located. Of course Arctus, on his way to their meeting spot, had taken the time to cook up said hot wings and nuggets he carried, but the more he stared at the box the more he felt that he seemed to be bribing the kid with food to endear himself to her. And besides…
"What if she doesn't even like chicken? Or spicy food? Wow, I'm an idiot."
Of all the things he should be worrying about – Is the Padawan on the planet already? Is she making her way here without trouble? Why did I make that weird request-slash-task in the first place? – the one he chose was the Padawan's food preference.
"So far, so good," he hazarded a guess, unaware of the almost disapproving gaze Selene had sent him and Nibs' happy, goofy canine smile.
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