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Today was an especially cloudy day on Tython, the swirls of grey and white reaching down to try and clasp at the upper reaches of the Temple. The spires defied the clouds, however, immovable and defiant structures that embodied, in this moment, the spirit of the Jedi. A chill zephyr brushed through Saia's black hair and dark grey robes as she perched on a bench near the fountain that had marked the beginning of her own journey. She was alone here, for now; the Padawans that had frolicked here during her time were now busy with their studies more than ever. How the war had changed things.
She felt for a moment as though her heart would sink because of this, but she kept in the back of her mind the pleasant encounter with her old friend Akacen. He always made her smile, and made her remember what was important about being a Jedi. She thought him a better man than she, especially since they had trained together a decade ago; she had sacrificed her dreams too many times.
Hopefully now, with this Padawan, she could instill a new sense of hope in a comrade who would no doubt risk their own life on the battlefields alongside her. There was so much to fight for, that much she had learned. That had changed her, but it had made her realize that far too few people understand the stake of the war. This was the reason she had returned to Tython to begin with, the fate of the Galaxy rested in the words the Knights gave to their pupils, and she had to be sure they understood what it was that they were trained to do.
She had read about Lei'Vor, and the girl reminded her of herself in so many ways. More ways that Saia could dare to say. She absently scratched at an itch on the scar on her back, activated by the subconscious thoughts that wracked her mind. She remembered her own dark past, sheltering those thoughts in her mind. She had faced them, and some day this padawan would face hers. But not yet, she had to be ready. Ready to tackle her past and ready to tackle the future, but always alive in the moment and never elsewhere.
Saia's faced turned to a smile as she felt the girl approaching from a distance; a beacon of emotion much like she had been when she was to meet her first master for the first time. She couldn't help but smile wider as a gust of cold wind blew mist from the fountain at her face, and she wondered if she herself were excited also. Maybe. It had been a long time since she felt that way.
She felt for a moment as though her heart would sink because of this, but she kept in the back of her mind the pleasant encounter with her old friend Akacen. He always made her smile, and made her remember what was important about being a Jedi. She thought him a better man than she, especially since they had trained together a decade ago; she had sacrificed her dreams too many times.
Hopefully now, with this Padawan, she could instill a new sense of hope in a comrade who would no doubt risk their own life on the battlefields alongside her. There was so much to fight for, that much she had learned. That had changed her, but it had made her realize that far too few people understand the stake of the war. This was the reason she had returned to Tython to begin with, the fate of the Galaxy rested in the words the Knights gave to their pupils, and she had to be sure they understood what it was that they were trained to do.
She had read about Lei'Vor, and the girl reminded her of herself in so many ways. More ways that Saia could dare to say. She absently scratched at an itch on the scar on her back, activated by the subconscious thoughts that wracked her mind. She remembered her own dark past, sheltering those thoughts in her mind. She had faced them, and some day this padawan would face hers. But not yet, she had to be ready. Ready to tackle her past and ready to tackle the future, but always alive in the moment and never elsewhere.
Saia's faced turned to a smile as she felt the girl approaching from a distance; a beacon of emotion much like she had been when she was to meet her first master for the first time. She couldn't help but smile wider as a gust of cold wind blew mist from the fountain at her face, and she wondered if she herself were excited also. Maybe. It had been a long time since she felt that way.