Nala was pacing back and forth, muttering to herself, in the training area outside the Jedi Temple. It was her first day receiving her new master who would help teach her the ways of the force, and she was nervous. Throughout her training as a child Nala always strived for greatness, but often felt she had to stand by the rules as well. Always studying and re-studying, always memorizing, always needing to make sure the information was practically branded into her mind. She was mumbling things to herself like what her father always said about staying on course and the like whenever he'd teach her to fly. As anxious as she was she still felt nervous as ever, like taking an important test you never feel ready for no matter how hard you study. She just hoped she could impress Master @[member="Syn"] enough.