After spending the last hour and a half trying to explain to the dock officer that her frequent hand gestures weren’t any of her 'Jedi Sorcery', Myvette had finally been allowed off the landing platform and now could continue on with her mission. Myvette had always been a special case, she was hard to work with not because she was unwilling but because she was unable in a sense. No matter how much counseling and sermons and lectures she attended the girl refused to relinquish her oath of silence and it was beginning to destroy her.
A Jedi must not have attachments but they need to connect with others and the Force which Myvette simply couldn’t do. It wasn’t her voice she had given up but herself and now the masters decided enough was enough, someone needed to break her shell.
Jax Thio
…I wonder what he’ll be like, she thought to herself. Is he going to be the laid-back hands-on type? Maybe the council thinks I need a father figure and he’ll be strict and authoritative. I hope not or I’m in for a bumpy ride. With a deep breath, Myvette cleared those pessimistic thoughts from her head and looked toward the brighter side of things.
They said he has another Padawan.
Anneliese Kaohal
. We should be able to get along! We’re around the same age from what I heard. The thought put Myvette at relative peace as she stepped out of the air taxi and into Coruscants federal district. Pulling her hood over her head, Myvette scanned the crowd for Force Users hoping to find a signature that stood out amongst the tidal wave of people.
Myvette didn’t see or sense anything from where she stood so the Jedi began walking through the busy crowd looking side to side like some shady grifter as desperately hoped she didn’t arrive at the wrong place. I’m not usually this gloomy but my hope of a good impression is quickly becoming distant. Maybe she was early, maybe she was late, all that Myvette knew was that whoever this was wouldn't have any more luck getting through her facade than anyone else did.
A Jedi must not have attachments but they need to connect with others and the Force which Myvette simply couldn’t do. It wasn’t her voice she had given up but herself and now the masters decided enough was enough, someone needed to break her shell.

They said he has another Padawan.

Myvette didn’t see or sense anything from where she stood so the Jedi began walking through the busy crowd looking side to side like some shady grifter as desperately hoped she didn’t arrive at the wrong place. I’m not usually this gloomy but my hope of a good impression is quickly becoming distant. Maybe she was early, maybe she was late, all that Myvette knew was that whoever this was wouldn't have any more luck getting through her facade than anyone else did.