Outer Temple Grounds.
Sunny Clear Skies.
Sat about the training grounds, 'caus', because, grr she was having trouble with the idea, but a Master had agreed to to train her. Flicking a speck of dirt from her casual blue blouse, short sleeves, it had a black leather line around the waist of material, ending at a tied knot in the front of her chest, looped over in two bows. The girl had her arms folded, and was pouting a bit. Kei had said she had to learn to defend herself, and annoyingly he was right. Still, a Master, she couldn't get her ego around the term, teacher maybe, friend yeah, Nato bit her lip and huffed a bit to herself, sitting on a half wall. Sleek black leggings, stretchable but tight to the skin, and some casual brown shoes rounded off her ensemble.
Okay, okay, she had asked for this, the guy was doing her a favor, she shouldn't blow it but still. The Kiffar shook her head, hair falling a bit messily around her face, scooping it back up in a small bun behind her head. Tying it with two blue sticks to hold it in place, to give it a crossed pattern. A smile blossomed from her thoughts, 'sides, she could always blame Kei if she messed up now, a little sly curl came from the corner of her mouth, and she perked up.
Not sure what to bring, she'd just come as she was. Bright and early, full of life and despite the trouble she was having with the term Master, that was only a little thing, she was happy, you could tell of all the four of the statement's crew she was settling in the easiest. There was a lot of people here, lot of new faces to learn and gossip with. Right at home in the cantina or at the local holdouts, she'd spend most of her time socialising whenever she could, until today though no time training!
Fiddling with some sort of training saber thing she'd palmed from a droid when it wasn't looking, it was yellow but she hadn't worked out how to switch it on yet.