Location: The Beaches of Roon
Attire: [This]
Equipment: Two of [these]
Tags: Open
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Well, she had done it. Tenith had managed to go to some sort of important, Viceroy related meeting by herself - as in without her Master present - and she survived. By no means had she enjoyed a single moment of it of course, but she did survive it. Unfortunately, it had been very, thoroughly stressful for her. While it was hard enough getting used to having such a title and responsibilities, there was then getting used to being around non-native people, and the droids. The last bit was the worst of it all, and yet Teni had endured and made it through without snapping or blowing the heads off of any droids that came into the room. It had been tense, uncomfortable, and when she was free to go? She had bolted like her rear end had been lit on fire and retreated back to the lands rightfully marked by her clan.
She had nearly torn the more publicly presentable attire from her frame and had immediately replaced it with something much more comfortable and fitting to her nature and person. Then she had left her abode, grabbed a pair of weapons on her way out, and put distance between herself and the tribe without so much as a backwards glance. She needed fresh air, and to clear her head of all the negativity she had built from her discomfort in that room just an hour ago, so she traversed to the very tip edge of the Vilde territory, let the waters of the ocean brush against her feet, and then began an admittedly intense workout with the crude weapons she had brought with her.
While yes, Tenith had her own lightsaber, it was not very often that she used it. She knew how - and when training with her Master it was all she used - but it was another piece of technology that she was still attempting to get used to. So for now, while she had the opportunity, she stuck with what was familiar and comfortable to her. The movements with these blades were intricate, and with her footwork in place and on par it was more like watching a dance, a dangerous and deadly dance at that. It certainly took an admirable amount of trust in one's self to not only wield such weapons, but move with them the way Teni was. Twists and turns of her body that brought the blades mere hairs' breaths away from her body at times, yet she did not hesitate. There was never a hitch in her movement, nor an uncertainty in the way she moved either.
It was merely a means for the young woman to let off some steam, but to any who might look on? Well, who was she to say what it might look like to others?
Attire: [This]
Equipment: Two of [these]
Tags: Open
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Well, she had done it. Tenith had managed to go to some sort of important, Viceroy related meeting by herself - as in without her Master present - and she survived. By no means had she enjoyed a single moment of it of course, but she did survive it. Unfortunately, it had been very, thoroughly stressful for her. While it was hard enough getting used to having such a title and responsibilities, there was then getting used to being around non-native people, and the droids. The last bit was the worst of it all, and yet Teni had endured and made it through without snapping or blowing the heads off of any droids that came into the room. It had been tense, uncomfortable, and when she was free to go? She had bolted like her rear end had been lit on fire and retreated back to the lands rightfully marked by her clan.
She had nearly torn the more publicly presentable attire from her frame and had immediately replaced it with something much more comfortable and fitting to her nature and person. Then she had left her abode, grabbed a pair of weapons on her way out, and put distance between herself and the tribe without so much as a backwards glance. She needed fresh air, and to clear her head of all the negativity she had built from her discomfort in that room just an hour ago, so she traversed to the very tip edge of the Vilde territory, let the waters of the ocean brush against her feet, and then began an admittedly intense workout with the crude weapons she had brought with her.
While yes, Tenith had her own lightsaber, it was not very often that she used it. She knew how - and when training with her Master it was all she used - but it was another piece of technology that she was still attempting to get used to. So for now, while she had the opportunity, she stuck with what was familiar and comfortable to her. The movements with these blades were intricate, and with her footwork in place and on par it was more like watching a dance, a dangerous and deadly dance at that. It certainly took an admirable amount of trust in one's self to not only wield such weapons, but move with them the way Teni was. Twists and turns of her body that brought the blades mere hairs' breaths away from her body at times, yet she did not hesitate. There was never a hitch in her movement, nor an uncertainty in the way she moved either.
It was merely a means for the young woman to let off some steam, but to any who might look on? Well, who was she to say what it might look like to others?