"You know I haven't worn anything like this in over a decade, right?" The mostly rhetorical question was leveled at one [member="Connor Harrison"] as Keira adjusted the
ensemble she wore befitting of a Green Jedi of her homeplanet. Everything about it was alien, though at the very least the robes were something befitting of a Corellian rather than simply another Jedi. Giving herself a once-over she cinched the belt tighter about her waist so it fit properly, knowing this was for the sake of appearances and formality but managing to despise it all the same. If she had been asked in that moment just why she left the Republic Jedi as a teen, included in that response would have been the robes that most everyone was expected to wear.
Her hand shifted, lightsaber clipping itself at her waist with that single movement, and she let her eyes slide shut for a moment as she sank into temporary meditation. While she would never in her life be any sort of devotee of the Light, she was a step closer to that now that she dabbled in the grey rather than playing a dangerous game with the darkness that had previously resided in her core. That middle line was what she centered herself on, branching out into the two halves of the Force and drawing on them both synonymously in order to bring herself closer to something resembling balance, both inside and out. Breathing deeply she exhaled slowly, cobalt eyes opening to her surroundings once more.
Glancing about the quarters, her gaze settled on the man before her, an individual she had grown closer to over the past few weeks, their bond seeming to include less squabbles and more actual conversation than it ever had before.
"Alright, fine, let's go. You want to teach and be a proper Jedi, I can do that." Flashing a smile she nudged him playfully on her way past him and out of the room,
"Just don't expect them to walk away quite the same ever-obedient and willing to please Padawans they might have been before. That's not at all how the Green Jedi were and still are. 'Chaos opens the door to opportunity', and all that." At least she had somewhat of an excuse for her headstrong and straightforward nature, since it was ingrained into the fabric of her culture.
When they arrived at the Courtyard it was clear that some form of training had begun already in earnest, with training sabers out and poised to strike, one having already lashed out. They were students, by the look of things, of the sort she hadn't worked with in quite some time. Jedi learners were far different from the breed she typically took under her wing as students, she had a feeling, which meant a different approach altogether would be needed when it came to any sort of teaching.
"Well, Connor, you're the expert here." Another crooked grin.
"Enlighten me, if you would be so kind, Master Jedi."
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