The fact that Tyran had just as much ambition for Anora as she had for herself was a serious confidence booster. It was one of the things that had gotten her through all of the hell she went through – training and otherwise. But it was mostly otherwise.
Not having a steady training for her Force abilities took its toll. Not day to day of course, but it would build up and boil over, usually in the form of some wicked Force dream. More than once she had needed to replace something here and there, or on one particularly bad occasion had needed to replace a lot of things. Granted, she wasn’t forced to replace the things that ended up broken, but she always felt so horrible about it that she didn’t leave much room for argument about it. It had been that particular fit however that had gotten Anora back into meditating regularly however.
Yes, she had branched away from the Jedi, but that didn’t make her any less Force sensitive, and she had to find balance between her new life and her old.
It had been two years by now that the brunette had left everything she had ever known behind. Her sister had done as asked, and had not come looking for her – as far as Anora knew, anyhow. No contact had been established between the two of them, and Nora preferred it that way. Someday she would reach out again, but until she was ready to face that particular moment? She was fine with the way things had become. She still trained under Tyran’s instruction and rules, and they had worked out a schedule that gave her time for meditation and stretching her Force abilities too. Though she still had yet to meet with any of his Force sensitive contacts, even though she had said she would. And she didn’t talk about it either.
She had gained both muscle and weight thanks to Tyran, and while that had added more shapely curves to her figure, she still had her athletic build. However, she was teased about needing to eat more a whole lot less now, that was for sure. All in all, her decision to leave her old life had not been a waste. Anora was genuinely happier, and a lot less brooding, which of course made her easier to be around too. She had found a good place to fit in, that was for sure.
Nora had gotten up early that morning and left not only her bed, but the house silently. She didn’t go far of course, but she had a place she ventured to where she would sit and meditate, and this morning was no different. It had taken her no time to clear her mind and reach that meditative state, and it took only minutes longer for Vasos – her not so little anymore Galek hound – to find his way outside to curl around her and make himself comfortable. While at one time it may have raised curiosity or concern for Tyran to wake up and not find Anora in the house, anymore it was common place to find her exactly where she was now – when she actually got out of bed before he did.
