Beat of the Bones

[Vexillar]

Raith stood in an empty room in the Sith Academy on Korriban. This room was littered with bones he found in the various tombs. They weren't here for no reason. Today he was teaching, yet again, the art of healing. The bones would serve as a good visual for this lesson. Although they would be difficult to clean up. But that's what Acolytes were for. The Arcanist simply sat amongst the bones of the fallen and meditated.

Having fallen deep into the arms of the Force, the casually dressed Miraluka was floating just inches above the ground and had some of the bones floating around him in orbit.

Today was a good day. One that would certainly bring forth much amusement if all went well. Though if it failed to do that, there was sure to still be some level of amusement...somehow. The bones were here for two reasons actually. A demonstration and an illusion. The crafting of a strong warrior would be done through trials and shedding of one's former skin.

 

[Sierrien]

It had been some time since she had crash landed on that nameless planet, and still she had not et done anything to help with that particular glaring weakness of hers. She has broken her arm and been completely unable to do anything about it, and that had not only annoyed her but also made her feel weak and helpless. She did not enjoy those feelings. So she had decided to take up the masked man's offer in teaching them how to heal; she had requested to be taught the darker side of healing. If she was going to be healing something, she would prefer that something else feel pain because of it. It just seemed natural to her.

That had not prepared her to walk in to a chamber full of bones, and to see the masked man floating above the ground with some of those bones orbiting around him. Her eyes shifted around the room for a few moments as she stood in the threshold - well, nothing for it now she decided - before she stepped fully in to the room and again came to a stop. Her eyes studied the masked man; she was pretty sure he had known she was approaching for a fair amount of time now, yet he was still meditating. Well, she was never one to stand on ceremony.

So she actually cleared her throat and called out across the scant six feet that still sepetated them. She wasn't exactly known for being tactful, either. "didn't know I was that late. I think they're a bit too far gone for healing?" Her hand shifted to indicate the bones. She knew she wasn't really here to heal them - she wasn't, was she? She stood waiting for his response, curiously.