"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
"Focus," Vulpesen growled, his hand raising to point at a tree surrounded by scorched patches of earth. "You can blast at imperial forces all day long, but until you learn to pick our their commanders, you're just tickling the carmuuth. You need to strike at the head." His words were emphasized with a crack of lightning which cleaved through the minor clouds above to strike into the tree. Wood splintered and sheets of bark launched from the tree. "Now try again. The empire is coming, and we need to be ready!"
Daella Torrevaso, for her part, rolled her eyes at her father and focused once more on the force, taking a deep breath as she felt the energy around her. She let it build inside of her gut then reached out through the force, seeking the light of life that remained in once blasted tree. Her hand lifted and her eyes opened with a flash of gold as another crack of lightning struck, snapping off some of the branches a few feet from the trunk. "I don't see why I need to be a storm caller. I've got enough beasts to over run a platoon. And I joined the Tenevi, not the Armis!"
"You're still a wilder, and my kid. Pirry might help you in a pinch against a grunt, but the sith come with sabers and the force. You need to be ready for anything." The pythros lifted its head lazily form where it was perched on a nearby tree, looking at the Valde for a moment as its name was called before settling back down. Between the two Torrevaso's, fatherly concern was a fairly normal occurrence, especially when the daughter was tasked with dangerous missions and preparing for the inevitability of war. What's more, the Alliance was still reeling from its loss of Coruscant.. a loss that had seemed to snap some of the more senior members of the order into their senses. Vulpesen was no longer barred from temple grounds, and once the Jedi figured out where those new grounds would be, he would likely be gone more often to help in teaching their kind. For now however, Vulpesen remained on Veradune where he used his time and access to the Wilder groves to train his children for the chance of the tigers knocking at the door while he wasn't at home.
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Daella Torrevaso, for her part, rolled her eyes at her father and focused once more on the force, taking a deep breath as she felt the energy around her. She let it build inside of her gut then reached out through the force, seeking the light of life that remained in once blasted tree. Her hand lifted and her eyes opened with a flash of gold as another crack of lightning struck, snapping off some of the branches a few feet from the trunk. "I don't see why I need to be a storm caller. I've got enough beasts to over run a platoon. And I joined the Tenevi, not the Armis!"
"You're still a wilder, and my kid. Pirry might help you in a pinch against a grunt, but the sith come with sabers and the force. You need to be ready for anything." The pythros lifted its head lazily form where it was perched on a nearby tree, looking at the Valde for a moment as its name was called before settling back down. Between the two Torrevaso's, fatherly concern was a fairly normal occurrence, especially when the daughter was tasked with dangerous missions and preparing for the inevitability of war. What's more, the Alliance was still reeling from its loss of Coruscant.. a loss that had seemed to snap some of the more senior members of the order into their senses. Vulpesen was no longer barred from temple grounds, and once the Jedi figured out where those new grounds would be, he would likely be gone more often to help in teaching their kind. For now however, Vulpesen remained on Veradune where he used his time and access to the Wilder groves to train his children for the chance of the tigers knocking at the door while he wasn't at home.
