Daxin Veyr
Character
The training halls of the Academy were quieter than he expected.
There was the usual hum of practice sabers and the low murmur of instruction. It lacked the chaos of the outside world. It helped him find some calm.
Daxin stood just inside the threshold for a moment, taking it in. He exhaled slowly and stepped forward.
Pairs of Padawans circled one another. Some were cautious, some were overeager. Instructors drifted between them like quiet sentinels, correcting stances with a word or a gesture. It was all very precise.
Daxin had gained his scars losing all control in a duel. His control was still far from perfect, but he wasn't going to learn without trying again.
This was the first time in six months he had stepped into this place.
Daxin removed his outer robe and sat down. He laid his lightsaber across his lap and tuned it down to a safe setting.