Forging the Future in the Flames of the Past

[Srota]

New awareness of his mind and surrounding allowed him to hear the words in his mind more easily, or so it felt, and with a visible effort, he extended his presence outwards, letting his mind reach out to Sin'ryk's once more. He attempted to convey words this time, hoping that they would take less effort, and it seemed as though they did. Sin'ryk could see his hands moving to form the words as he heard them in his mind.

I... Rest... Later... Learn... More... Now... Must... Improve...

With that, his hands ceased moving and his presence receded into his own mind once more, his gasping for air more visible than before, the heavy panting so obvious of an indication that he had exerted himself. But Sin'ryk could have also felt within those words the faint hint of power, of desire, the drive to go on, to impress and to succeed in his studies.

 

[Darth Maleficar]

NO! Boomed Sin'ryk into the Kel'Dor's mind; he knew all too well the dangers of exerting oneself mentally, especially with one as bound to the Dark Side as him.

Do not overexert yourself so soon, lest you wish to find yourself in the Academy's sanitarium. My mind is too filled with the Dark Side to make an inexperienced mind's embrace safe.

After that was said, he reached to his belt and retrieved a water-skin containing juice. The Red Sith knew his apprentice would have a very dry throat as a result of his endeavour.

 

[Srota]

He shrunk back, the booming voice threatening to deafen him, or would have, had it not been sent telepathically. Pol shrunk low, bowing politely to his master, his manner clearly intended to display regret and sorrow. His head nodded swiftly in assent to his master's request, and he forced himself not to respond mentally, but rather he raised his hands and began to sign his assent.

However, this was soon allowed to end as his hands reached out and took the drink from his master, eagerly gulping the juice offered. He knew he should not be so careless in accepting something offered freely by another sith, but this was to be his new master, and besides, he was well and truly parched. And so, he gulped down as much as he could of that drink before letting go of the flask.