Vahn grinned as Sevrin complimented the cooking.
“I’ll let Aola know. She’s always been eager to hear back from us. She’s fiercely protective in her own way,” Vahn said, retrieving his tea cup just to drain it while he listened to Sevrin’s analysis. He couldn’t find anything too objectionable. In his ideal galaxy, padawans would be kept from any danger until there was no question they were ready. Everyone would. Did the Order have the luxury to keep Padawans completely from danger? He beat the thought down. Sevrin was right about one thing; the young ones needed to hone their skills for whatever may come next.
“Speaking of preparedness…” Vahn said, and he slowly moved over to the opposite side of the window where Rishe sat. He spent a second in silence, working at a buckle on his forearm. After a few moments, he rolled a leather wrap off from under his silver-white robes. He hefted the leather, which served as a series of sheathes for a number of heavy durasteel darts that gleamed in the light.
“Master Vetan gave me my first set when I wasn’t too much younger than you are now. She always said it was important for us to have as many options when we operate as we can,” he explained, before looking Rishe in the eye. “It’s when we’re forced into unfortunate situations that we don’t have an answer for, and we lose our options, that we’re most likely to suffer. A good dart can help you keep distance, gain distance, distract, even grapple with the right size and weight. More options increases survivability. Always have a trick up your sleeve. Literally, in this case.”
“We’re all going to have to face off against a Sith at some time. Either together, or alone. It...wouldn’t be good if you were forced into close combat with a Sith that you weren’t prepared for,” his words were guarded, chosen carefully. The unspoken admission that a good chunk of what he means was actually that it “wouldn’t be good for him” hung in the negative spaces between his words.
“I would be…,” Vahn sighed, rubbing a hand at the side of his neck as he picked his words. “A lot more comfortable if you would practice with these. I can give you a few pointers if you’d like,” Vahn said while handing the spread of darts over in one hand.
“I’ll never be a teacher as good as she was, but she taught us to be pretty good with these. I can pass on a few lessons.”
“I’ll let Aola know. She’s always been eager to hear back from us. She’s fiercely protective in her own way,” Vahn said, retrieving his tea cup just to drain it while he listened to Sevrin’s analysis. He couldn’t find anything too objectionable. In his ideal galaxy, padawans would be kept from any danger until there was no question they were ready. Everyone would. Did the Order have the luxury to keep Padawans completely from danger? He beat the thought down. Sevrin was right about one thing; the young ones needed to hone their skills for whatever may come next.
“Speaking of preparedness…” Vahn said, and he slowly moved over to the opposite side of the window where Rishe sat. He spent a second in silence, working at a buckle on his forearm. After a few moments, he rolled a leather wrap off from under his silver-white robes. He hefted the leather, which served as a series of sheathes for a number of heavy durasteel darts that gleamed in the light.
“Master Vetan gave me my first set when I wasn’t too much younger than you are now. She always said it was important for us to have as many options when we operate as we can,” he explained, before looking Rishe in the eye. “It’s when we’re forced into unfortunate situations that we don’t have an answer for, and we lose our options, that we’re most likely to suffer. A good dart can help you keep distance, gain distance, distract, even grapple with the right size and weight. More options increases survivability. Always have a trick up your sleeve. Literally, in this case.”
“We’re all going to have to face off against a Sith at some time. Either together, or alone. It...wouldn’t be good if you were forced into close combat with a Sith that you weren’t prepared for,” his words were guarded, chosen carefully. The unspoken admission that a good chunk of what he means was actually that it “wouldn’t be good for him” hung in the negative spaces between his words.
“I would be…,” Vahn sighed, rubbing a hand at the side of his neck as he picked his words. “A lot more comfortable if you would practice with these. I can give you a few pointers if you’d like,” Vahn said while handing the spread of darts over in one hand.
“I’ll never be a teacher as good as she was, but she taught us to be pretty good with these. I can pass on a few lessons.”
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