Brienna Lanaamer, Jedi Knight, sat silently, eyes closed. The warm afternoon air of Yavin IV had already started the perspiration on her brow. Bri had posted on the Jedi Temple holoboards requesting a partner to practice her sparring with. She wasn't exactly out of practice, but it had been a while since she was in real combat or any dangerous type situations. Getting 'soft', both literally or metaphorically, didn't exactly help in her chosen profession. The other Jedi in the temple were of varying skill levels, but a workout was a workout, and the opportunities to learn were certainly not limited to Knights or Masters.
One Jedi had replied to the solicitation, Hal Miko, who Bri was not familiar with. The longer that she was away from the large temple on the jungle moon, the more the turnover seemed to resonate with her. There were always new faces, which was good, but Bri often wondered what happened to those who she hadn't seen in a while. The twinges of thoughts of joining the living Force weighed on the Jedi. She hoped that was not the case. Nevertheless, leaving physical form behind was the start of a new beginning, not the end.
Yeesh, you're just here to practice with another Jedi. No need to get so philosophical. Bri shook the thoughts from her mind and re-opened her eyes. A few other Jedi mingled nearby the practice fields, but none of them seemed to be who was expected. The blonde woman had arrived a few minutes ahead of their scheduled meeting time anyways, always eager for prompt punctuality. To pass the time Bri started on a few stretches, laughing to herself hearing her old Master's words in her mind about the dangers of exercising without properly warming up. It's more important than you know! The Jedi had traded in her formal robes for a more training oriented outfit, knowing well the physical activity planned for the day ahead. A pair of tight training pants were matched with a simple beige tank top; Bri's sometimes messy blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail.
@Ginger
One Jedi had replied to the solicitation, Hal Miko, who Bri was not familiar with. The longer that she was away from the large temple on the jungle moon, the more the turnover seemed to resonate with her. There were always new faces, which was good, but Bri often wondered what happened to those who she hadn't seen in a while. The twinges of thoughts of joining the living Force weighed on the Jedi. She hoped that was not the case. Nevertheless, leaving physical form behind was the start of a new beginning, not the end.
Yeesh, you're just here to practice with another Jedi. No need to get so philosophical. Bri shook the thoughts from her mind and re-opened her eyes. A few other Jedi mingled nearby the practice fields, but none of them seemed to be who was expected. The blonde woman had arrived a few minutes ahead of their scheduled meeting time anyways, always eager for prompt punctuality. To pass the time Bri started on a few stretches, laughing to herself hearing her old Master's words in her mind about the dangers of exercising without properly warming up. It's more important than you know! The Jedi had traded in her formal robes for a more training oriented outfit, knowing well the physical activity planned for the day ahead. A pair of tight training pants were matched with a simple beige tank top; Bri's sometimes messy blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail.
@Ginger