Garuga
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The training room had very dim lighting. The candles placed around the edges of the room were designed, evidently, to form an eerie atmosphere. In the center of the room, Memoir sat cross-legged, her black robes settling on the ground beside her. Her eyes were closed, though no one could have noticed the difference given the ghastly silver-grey mask she had on. The mask's features suggested a grin, though Memoir knew much better than that... As she waited, Memoir's mind entered a recount of her past. During her 30 years of life, she had become very good at controlling and sharpening her senses, in particular, her mind. Her memories were vivid, life-like almost, and she had learnt to store information in her mind in a way so that it was always accessible.
It was ironic. No matter how much she hated her past, her abilities made it so that they were always a part of her. A constant reminder. There was a reminder from her past now as she sat waiting for the Neophyte assigned to her. Memoir had hated training Padawans when she was a Jedi, but now it was different. As much as she enjoys learning, she finds teaching to be quite a unique experience in itself. However, when she had to take a Padawan with her, it was different. Training a Padawan was not purely teaching a student, it was much more involved and complex. Memoir preferred a simpler and more direct teacher-student relationship, with no further obligations.
While her body was resting, her mind was more active then ever. Eventually, her mind settled on a distant recollection. Her first day of training under a Jedi...
It was ironic. No matter how much she hated her past, her abilities made it so that they were always a part of her. A constant reminder. There was a reminder from her past now as she sat waiting for the Neophyte assigned to her. Memoir had hated training Padawans when she was a Jedi, but now it was different. As much as she enjoys learning, she finds teaching to be quite a unique experience in itself. However, when she had to take a Padawan with her, it was different. Training a Padawan was not purely teaching a student, it was much more involved and complex. Memoir preferred a simpler and more direct teacher-student relationship, with no further obligations.
While her body was resting, her mind was more active then ever. Eventually, her mind settled on a distant recollection. Her first day of training under a Jedi...