Vol Nanna
Please, pet me!
Vol meditated. His focus honed in on his lightsaber judging by it's position. Four feet in front of him and in the air the lightsaber stood static.
The courtyard was so still it could have matched any portrait easy. And then a breeze rolled by taking with it a bit of the snow white fur Vol had begun to shed.
The lightsaber ignited. The ice blue hue of it's blade complimented it's silver handle perfectly as it began to swing through the air. It traveled slowly, rotating and rotating first in place and then away from Vol. This exercise utilized the force by way of telekinesis and was called the saber throw. A technique developed once lightsabers were free from battery packs carried on a jedi's hip, which is just another way of saying a really really old technique.
Vol sat with his legs crossed, one fist relaxing in an open palm, as his focus forced the spinning lightsaber around the edge of the courtyard before returning back to him. Through the exercise the motions and attention needed for the saber throw had become a little more clear.
Vol reached out with his hand and then with the force so him and his lightsaber could meet halfway.
Grasping it with strength yet keeping a gentle hold on it he sheathed the blade. Opening his eyes he stared at the hilt while maintaining his meditative trance. His eye focused on the saber but through the force he could see all around him. Amazing what meditation and a determined jedi could do, no matter how small or giant the feat.
(OOC: Feel free to join in on the training if you'd like. I know I would.)
The courtyard was so still it could have matched any portrait easy. And then a breeze rolled by taking with it a bit of the snow white fur Vol had begun to shed.
The lightsaber ignited. The ice blue hue of it's blade complimented it's silver handle perfectly as it began to swing through the air. It traveled slowly, rotating and rotating first in place and then away from Vol. This exercise utilized the force by way of telekinesis and was called the saber throw. A technique developed once lightsabers were free from battery packs carried on a jedi's hip, which is just another way of saying a really really old technique.
Vol sat with his legs crossed, one fist relaxing in an open palm, as his focus forced the spinning lightsaber around the edge of the courtyard before returning back to him. Through the exercise the motions and attention needed for the saber throw had become a little more clear.
Vol reached out with his hand and then with the force so him and his lightsaber could meet halfway.
Grasping it with strength yet keeping a gentle hold on it he sheathed the blade. Opening his eyes he stared at the hilt while maintaining his meditative trance. His eye focused on the saber but through the force he could see all around him. Amazing what meditation and a determined jedi could do, no matter how small or giant the feat.
(OOC: Feel free to join in on the training if you'd like. I know I would.)