Nico Ike Qarmast
The Wayward of Clan Qarmast
One... two... three... Nico made a look in the mirror as she checked the robes to make sure they were in a proper position. There was much that could happen but in truth her nervous energy was becoming something of a trip. She hadn't expected this after leaving the empire and all that entailed or even before that being exiled from the mandalorians. Oh there was so much going on and she walked to the door checking the robes again. The credits had only gotten so far but there were things still left, still going around and now stepping out of the room it was all about looks. The other padawans were strange compared to ones in the empire.
But that was in the past now and in truth... In truth she had found some peace or at least a strange pleasure of being here, maybe her cousin was right and just being around nice, calm, serene people would grant such a prospect. No it had to be more then that she observed as the training sabers felt weighted on her hip. A reminder of the duty she faced before coming into the larger room. Taking in the mats while letting her hair dangle to her left. Some braids going with her padawans braid on the right. It was time to get a master as it stood and begin what Matsu had called a soul cleanse.
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But that was in the past now and in truth... In truth she had found some peace or at least a strange pleasure of being here, maybe her cousin was right and just being around nice, calm, serene people would grant such a prospect. No it had to be more then that she observed as the training sabers felt weighted on her hip. A reminder of the duty she faced before coming into the larger room. Taking in the mats while letting her hair dangle to her left. Some braids going with her padawans braid on the right. It was time to get a master as it stood and begin what Matsu had called a soul cleanse.
@[member="Iella E`ron"]