Des had remained silent to give Milya a chance to respond or interject but when she seemed to hold back, Des gave a sigh. "Alright, I guess I'm up first," she said.
Midichlorians. By the Corellian Hells, she hated that term. It was such a cheap description. Regarding Caltin, her brows lowered, knitting together. There was more than one way to build a storm.
But if she did it that way, it would take a while to form. And then it would stay for days, as it was creating an entire weather system. Not a small storm cell that would come and go in minutes.
For the moment, Des simply did what she always did when learning a new ability. She reached for the Force and let it fill her up, then focused on what she was being shown. She felt it out, plumbing through its depths, mapping and analyzing. But just as much she
felt it out, with sensation and even emotional states. If she could replicate those, then she could replicate the ability. So much of using the Force was guided not just by the intellect but will and intent, as well as physical feelings and sensations. Combining all of it into one cohesive picture often gained the best results, until it became as natural as breathing.
Very quickly she picked up on the air currents around Caltin, and the movement of the Force around him and the push-pull created in the process, but it was so ephemeral and fleeting.
For a time, Des simply stood there, or so it seemed.
Slowly she closed her eyes and settled onto her heels before leaning forward just a few degrees. Her arms rested at her sides but away from them a bit, trailing just slightly behind. Her head tipped up as though looking around thirty degrees over the horizon. Standing like that the wind seemed to blow about them, and for the time being Des stood, simply feeling them against her skin, and feeling the flow of heat.
Then the air came to her. She could feel its ebb and flow, its vibration, like tracing electricity in the wires in a conduit. It was more subtle and flowed in its own way loosely and easily. It moved humidity and water vapor with it.
She had the ingredients. Now to start building her storm.
Reaching out she began to try to move the air. Pushing against it caused small puffs of air, but what she put in quickly dissipated. Heat wasn't something she'd really worked with a lot outside of Tapas training. But the amount she would need to create a storm and to work with was... massive. And trying to move that much humidity over a large area. No. She'd have to stick with moving the air. Air carried the other components.
The pale padawan paused but was not defeated. Instead, she grew more determined.
Consider the nature of air.
There it was, that voice again. Whether it was the Force, or Karlize, or both, Des only smiled.
Alright.
Humidity was only moisture or water vapor suspended in the air. Air was just a mix of matter in a gaseous state, excited to the point that it was no longer a liquid or a solid. It also moved from a state of high pressure to a state of low pressure until it achieved a relatively even mixture. But those were scientific ways of looking at it.
Air preferred to flow, to be free to move. It was always on the move, and it could only be pushed so much. In some ways, it behaved like water, but less dense. You couldn't force it, not in the open, not that much. It could only be... encouraged.
Taking a moment she created the image and feeling she wanted in her mind. Instead of trying to do it mechanically, this would require intuitive approaches. The Force was all around them, ever-present. Just like the air. And
that could ebb and flow as she wished. Quickly she linked the Force and the concepts of air, and the air around them. This went into the building blocks of the image.
Standing there, eyes still closed, face toward the sky, Des lifted her arms slowly as energy gathered and coursed around them, starting as a slow rotation. At first, it wouldn't be felt, but then more and more would begin to swirl around her, until it became a breeze, then a wind. She let it build into a small dust devil swirling around her, lifting her hair almost straight overhead, a look of delight on her face. Breaking out into a peal of laughter, she let the air disperse, and settle.
"
Okay, I know that's not the goal, but that was fun," she explained.
"Okay, I think I'm ready to take a stab at this," Des declared, then glanced over at Milya. "
Unless you wanna get the... aerokinesis," her voice pitched up in a question at the word, "
part of this down first?"
Desbre Gensan
,
Milya Vondar
(both unless specified)
