Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
Veino took a long, slow breath, and ignited his light saber for the first time in nearly a year. The hum was comforting and partially familiar. Not at all what it used to be. Nor was his connection to the Force. He's been slacking, and had regressed apparently. No good at all.
He raised the light saber above his head, and turned it down to its lowest setting for safety. He exhaled slowly, letting his mind empty and fill with the Force. Then he began swinging his lightsaber. Slowly at first, but picking up speed. Not as precise as it should have been, nor as effiecent. He kept his mind empty, considering his future and what he might do with it, feeling for some possible guidance from the Force.
Nothing yet, though he had not expected any so far. He narrowed his mind, focusing on the blade dancing before him. It picked up speed as his muscles fell into their old habits again, stretching and loosening as the blade danced around him in an aggressive, yet graceful way, air humming as the blade sliced through it. Faster and faster on all sides. A small feeling of satisfaction appeared, then drifted away. Time to return to meditation.
He closed his eyes and turned inward again. Something nudged him inwardly, and he followed it, seeing a phantasm, himself perhaps? It was in Jensaraai armor, certainly. If only it would turn around....
Something stung him, and he yelped, eyes shooting open, ankle burning in pain. He'd clipped himself with the blade. He deactivated the blade shook his foot, face burning more than the injury. He should have practiced regularly! Not let his skill detoriate to a child's. He would have to throw himself back into his studies now. Maybe find a training partner or something....
He raised the light saber above his head, and turned it down to its lowest setting for safety. He exhaled slowly, letting his mind empty and fill with the Force. Then he began swinging his lightsaber. Slowly at first, but picking up speed. Not as precise as it should have been, nor as effiecent. He kept his mind empty, considering his future and what he might do with it, feeling for some possible guidance from the Force.
Nothing yet, though he had not expected any so far. He narrowed his mind, focusing on the blade dancing before him. It picked up speed as his muscles fell into their old habits again, stretching and loosening as the blade danced around him in an aggressive, yet graceful way, air humming as the blade sliced through it. Faster and faster on all sides. A small feeling of satisfaction appeared, then drifted away. Time to return to meditation.
He closed his eyes and turned inward again. Something nudged him inwardly, and he followed it, seeing a phantasm, himself perhaps? It was in Jensaraai armor, certainly. If only it would turn around....
Something stung him, and he yelped, eyes shooting open, ankle burning in pain. He'd clipped himself with the blade. He deactivated the blade shook his foot, face burning more than the injury. He should have practiced regularly! Not let his skill detoriate to a child's. He would have to throw himself back into his studies now. Maybe find a training partner or something....