Mother of Pearl
Sullust Temple, Training Room
The transition was hard. Really hard. Way harder than Joza had expected. She’d spent most of her young life feeling out of place on Zeltros, wanting nothing more than to leave and be something great. It was a childish dream, but something she clung to fiercely in hopes that she’d find a place where she felt natural and comfortable. It was an idea she would have probably abandoned as she grew up—but when a mishap led to discovery of her force sensitivity, her desire to leave only intensified into her adolescence.
Re-adjusting her grip on the hilt of the wooden sword, the pink woman swept her blade to the right side, testing the motion and feeling her muscles contract with the movement. Leaving Zeltros turned out to be far more difficult than she had imagined. She had been so caught up in her teenage angst that she didn’t realize how much she relied on familiar things. The complacent atmosphere, the pheromones, her mother…even the bright lights and vivid colors that dominated the planet’s cityscape. She was terrified at first, a nervous wreck. She’d had more than one panic attack in her dorm, but prided herself on keeping the worst of it out of the public eye, even if it was obvious to the others.
In a swift movement, she swung her blade to the opposite side before arcing it up in a striking motion. In order to help get her mind off of her homesickness, Joza turned to her studies. She had learned a lot since arriving on Sullust, but in turn began to realize how little she really knew. But she was eager to learn and challenge herself, even if she didn’t know what she would face in the future.
Shifting her weight back, Joza turned partly to the side on the ball of her foot, performing a horizontal slash as she did so. Her bladework was becoming better, but still held the mark of a novice. Only time would refine her skills with a lightsaber, but she wanted to be good now. But had to remind herself that these things took time—and she wanted to do it right, and do it thoroughly. Even if there were others of the same rank that were far ahead of her, she was determined to catch up.
Letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, Joza exhaled slowly. Her shoulders relaxed with the release of tension and she moved into a neutral position, bringing the training blade to her side and wiping the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her robe. She was constantly trying to keep herself in check to the point where she wound herself too tightly.
[member="Krux Mullarus"]
The transition was hard. Really hard. Way harder than Joza had expected. She’d spent most of her young life feeling out of place on Zeltros, wanting nothing more than to leave and be something great. It was a childish dream, but something she clung to fiercely in hopes that she’d find a place where she felt natural and comfortable. It was an idea she would have probably abandoned as she grew up—but when a mishap led to discovery of her force sensitivity, her desire to leave only intensified into her adolescence.
Re-adjusting her grip on the hilt of the wooden sword, the pink woman swept her blade to the right side, testing the motion and feeling her muscles contract with the movement. Leaving Zeltros turned out to be far more difficult than she had imagined. She had been so caught up in her teenage angst that she didn’t realize how much she relied on familiar things. The complacent atmosphere, the pheromones, her mother…even the bright lights and vivid colors that dominated the planet’s cityscape. She was terrified at first, a nervous wreck. She’d had more than one panic attack in her dorm, but prided herself on keeping the worst of it out of the public eye, even if it was obvious to the others.
In a swift movement, she swung her blade to the opposite side before arcing it up in a striking motion. In order to help get her mind off of her homesickness, Joza turned to her studies. She had learned a lot since arriving on Sullust, but in turn began to realize how little she really knew. But she was eager to learn and challenge herself, even if she didn’t know what she would face in the future.
Shifting her weight back, Joza turned partly to the side on the ball of her foot, performing a horizontal slash as she did so. Her bladework was becoming better, but still held the mark of a novice. Only time would refine her skills with a lightsaber, but she wanted to be good now. But had to remind herself that these things took time—and she wanted to do it right, and do it thoroughly. Even if there were others of the same rank that were far ahead of her, she was determined to catch up.
Letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, Joza exhaled slowly. Her shoulders relaxed with the release of tension and she moved into a neutral position, bringing the training blade to her side and wiping the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her robe. She was constantly trying to keep herself in check to the point where she wound herself too tightly.
[member="Krux Mullarus"]
