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Amani's previous venture with Eloise had its share of bumps. But the mission itself had been a success. The Bothan agent was extracted, and the Jedi were able to make crucial moves in crippling the slaver gang's operations with the information he provided. Afterwards, the Knight and Padawan seemed set to effectively part ways. However, Dinn had not quite left Amani's ruminations. Her initial reaction to the girl's lineage had nearly turned her away from the get-go. But one way or another, Eloise needed a guiding hand if she was going to be a Jedi. Her mindset, and her techniques, were rough around the edges. Most students were, of course, but given Eloise's unique upbringing, it seemed especially pertinent that she have someone who could offer a connection. Even if Eloise didn't really see it as a connection herself, Amani did.
The request had been approved. Now it was just a matter of telling Eloise about the decision. Hopefully, she wouldn't find it… disagreeable. Their first impression wasn't that bad, was it? Perhaps the invitation of a sparring match would make for a nice balancing out, just in case.
Amani waited at the edge of the dojo mat, looking out at the vista of galactic city beyond. It was late afternoon, and the sun was beaming through the skyline and directly into the chamber, casting a particularly bright light. When the door opened, she slowly turned around, "Padawan Dinn? Thank you for meeting me on short notice. How have you been?"