Xian Xiao
Elementalist
Xian stiffened a little at being addressed so directly, then caught herself and straightened properly, hands tucking behind her back the way she did when she was trying very hard to behave.
She looked at Cat, Unaga, and Xhao in turn, eyes wide and curious, taking in their confidence, their posture, the easy way they stood together. Family. The word still felt strange in her head, heavy and unreal.
"Hi," she said, a little quiet at first, then a touch firmer as she found her footing. "I'm Xian."
She dipped her head in a small, slightly awkward bow that mixed Jedi respect with something she had learned simply by watching everyone else. "It's really nice to meet you."
At Noriko's last comment, Xian's mouth twitched despite herself. She glanced sideways at her master, then back again, heat creeping into her cheeks.
"I can jog," she protested quickly, earnest and defensive. "Just not forever. And not uphill. Or on stairs. Or when someone's laughing at me."
She stamped her foot once, lightly, more to make the point than out of frustration.
Then her gaze drifted again, taking in the clearing, the blades, the people, the sheer scale of everything she was standing in. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, honest awe slipping through.
"I'm just trying to keep up."
Noriko Ike
She looked at Cat, Unaga, and Xhao in turn, eyes wide and curious, taking in their confidence, their posture, the easy way they stood together. Family. The word still felt strange in her head, heavy and unreal.
"Hi," she said, a little quiet at first, then a touch firmer as she found her footing. "I'm Xian."
She dipped her head in a small, slightly awkward bow that mixed Jedi respect with something she had learned simply by watching everyone else. "It's really nice to meet you."
At Noriko's last comment, Xian's mouth twitched despite herself. She glanced sideways at her master, then back again, heat creeping into her cheeks.
"I can jog," she protested quickly, earnest and defensive. "Just not forever. And not uphill. Or on stairs. Or when someone's laughing at me."
She stamped her foot once, lightly, more to make the point than out of frustration.
Then her gaze drifted again, taking in the clearing, the blades, the people, the sheer scale of everything she was standing in. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter, honest awe slipping through.
"I'm just trying to keep up."