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All things considered, Lairiel was excited. She had actually been excited since Mila had accepted her as an apprentice. Even though most of the other acolytes were always griping about how hard the crusaders were and how they'd kill them one day - well, Lairiel didn't feel like that. She wasn't resentful or bitter, no matter how hard Mila pressed or pushed her, or how much the training might hurt. Mila was the first person she had met since the accident that the voices didn't react to, or at least not like they did for anyone else she had tried to get closer to. She thought it was because she could stand to learn so much from the woman that her subconscious had decided to step aside and just let her learn all she could, so that she could finally start to become strong. She had basic training and was decent with the Force, but she had never truly applied herself before now. That was all the more evident by the training saber she had been using up until now; but with Mila's help that would soon change. She had somehow managed to convince the Crusader to help her create a new one. Though she suspected it might be that Mila had too much pride to let her apprentice run around at her side with a training saber.
The first step had been for her to choose a crystal. With Mila's help she was looking through the crystals available to her, and a few that weren't technically available to her either. She was currently biting her lip as her hand hovered over the best of the red crystals, and she looked to be close to picking it.
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She was nervous. Mila had summoned her to a hanger bay without telling her what their mission would be. She was left to assume that either the Crusader was going to tell her where they were going on the way there, or she was being left in the dark to work on her skills in being prepared for anything. She had done her best to do that today; she had a backpack with what she was currently counting as her 'combat outfit' as well as enough water and rations to last a week in it as well. She felt that counted as being prepared for anything, since the outfit in her backpack would be good for a variety of different climates.
At the moment, however, she was wearing something that could be called her new 'style'. If there was one thing that Mila had an immediate impact on with Lairiel, it was her wardrobe. Seeing all of the dark outfits that Mila was want to wear, well.. she had decided to make her own outfits rather sunny in comparison. It had been subconscious, but she had basically just decided to start wearing the exact opposite of the Crusader. That was pretty obvious at the moment, since she was wearing a white sun dress that made it look like she was expecting to go somewhere sunny and lay on the beach.
She sat down to wait for Mila; she knew how this usually went. She had shown up at the hangar fifteen minutes early just to be sure she wasn't late, and from what she had been told she could be expecting to wait anywhere from those fifteen minutes to hours from now. She was on Mila's clock, not the other way around. So she sat on a crate outside of the ship she was pretty sure was the one they would be going on, or at least it was in the right hangar, and waited for Mila to arrive. She was sitting so that she could watch for Mila's approach and shift to stand as she did, so as not to appear like she was just being lazy. For now though, she would enjoy her sit.
The first step had been for her to choose a crystal. With Mila's help she was looking through the crystals available to her, and a few that weren't technically available to her either. She was currently biting her lip as her hand hovered over the best of the red crystals, and she looked to be close to picking it.
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She was nervous. Mila had summoned her to a hanger bay without telling her what their mission would be. She was left to assume that either the Crusader was going to tell her where they were going on the way there, or she was being left in the dark to work on her skills in being prepared for anything. She had done her best to do that today; she had a backpack with what she was currently counting as her 'combat outfit' as well as enough water and rations to last a week in it as well. She felt that counted as being prepared for anything, since the outfit in her backpack would be good for a variety of different climates.
At the moment, however, she was wearing something that could be called her new 'style'. If there was one thing that Mila had an immediate impact on with Lairiel, it was her wardrobe. Seeing all of the dark outfits that Mila was want to wear, well.. she had decided to make her own outfits rather sunny in comparison. It had been subconscious, but she had basically just decided to start wearing the exact opposite of the Crusader. That was pretty obvious at the moment, since she was wearing a white sun dress that made it look like she was expecting to go somewhere sunny and lay on the beach.
She sat down to wait for Mila; she knew how this usually went. She had shown up at the hangar fifteen minutes early just to be sure she wasn't late, and from what she had been told she could be expecting to wait anywhere from those fifteen minutes to hours from now. She was on Mila's clock, not the other way around. So she sat on a crate outside of the ship she was pretty sure was the one they would be going on, or at least it was in the right hangar, and waited for Mila to arrive. She was sitting so that she could watch for Mila's approach and shift to stand as she did, so as not to appear like she was just being lazy. For now though, she would enjoy her sit.