The Tired Acolyte
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Upon Malachor V construction of

The young Sangnir herself was dressed in the typical black flowing robes of an Acolyte as she stood at the center of the courtyard. Before her was a spool of thick dark chain which she had taken from some of the construction supplies nearby for use in her training. The chain sat coiled in front of her upon the floor and she extended her hand out towards it as she closed her tired eyes, trying to visualize her intentions upon it.
Steadily did the end of the chain start to lift from the coil like a snake from a basket, slowly and surely. It was clear that Valaine was practicing her manipulation of objects with the Force as the chain was raised higher before her; the coil beneath it started to rattle and unspool. But then suddenly the Sangnir's focus seemed to falter as her brows furrowed and the chain rattled louder as it shook in the air. Suddenly the chain fell with a clatter back into the spool below it.
Valaine exhaled a hot breath and opened her eyes to see her failure as her lips thinned in annoyance. The Force was difficult for her to grasp, to understand, and so she had started practicing its use even outside of Virelia's guidance. Progress however was slow...
With a frustrated sigh the pale girl tilted her head back to gaze up to the construction that still took place high above the courtyard, watching errant sparks of welding here and there as her dark hair swayed gently in the breeze, unaware that she was perhaps about to meet one of her peers...
