Jorren sat, his legs crossed in an open courtyard. A small object bobbed up and down in time above his head. He had been sitting in the same position for only a few minutes, he had been told to meet his new Master in this part of the Monastery. The non-Jedi side of him was stricken with emotions, yet his less emotional Jedi likeness was calm and collected. These two sides battled with each other constantly but for the moment, he was relaxed. Jorren's eyes followed the rock with the same timing it had been going up and down. He let his hands rest openly on the grass with his palms upwards.
Whenever a presence was felt by Jorren, the rock would immediately sail towards the ground, this is when his non-Jedi side would take over and he'd succumb to the emotions that he felt he needed to hide, or banish from his body. Worry, panic, self-concious. They all hit Jorren like a punch to the gut, it took the air from his chest, felt a choke in his throat and he felt just a little nauseous. The rock would not fully give out of it's motions, Jorren would simply concentrate hard on his own emotional barriers and keep staring at the rock, his eyes like lasers on the jagged surface.
Whenever a presence was felt by Jorren, the rock would immediately sail towards the ground, this is when his non-Jedi side would take over and he'd succumb to the emotions that he felt he needed to hide, or banish from his body. Worry, panic, self-concious. They all hit Jorren like a punch to the gut, it took the air from his chest, felt a choke in his throat and he felt just a little nauseous. The rock would not fully give out of it's motions, Jorren would simply concentrate hard on his own emotional barriers and keep staring at the rock, his eyes like lasers on the jagged surface.