Yellow Weaver
Loomi was having a rough week. Her changing body was not yet something she had fully grappled her head around. It was strange. Mutation was really the last thing that she expected to throw her life out of balance, but here she had a pair of very small and very useless wings. Just one more thing to add to how confusing she was. That wasn't the issue she was trying to tackle today, however, as Loomi sat in the archives of the Jedi Temple facing down the single greatest adversary she had faced upon her joining of the Order...
She needed to learn how to read.
Unfortunately, however, things weren't going so well. Certain letters and sounds changed how they functioned, weird replacements occurred word after word, and she could hardly comprehend the definition of some words when she didn't know what the words defining them meant. More and more, as her lone good eye scanned the lists of beginner words and sentences she had collected, everything seemed to slowly blend together. Her vision got progressively worse, all leading up to the moment that everything fell apart. In an instant the Godoan was no longer capable of seeing the words at all.
She was sobbing uncontrollably now. It was pointless. All of her attempts to make progress only put her back to square one, leaving her more confused than where she was when she started. Her attempts to muffle her crying were, frankly, pointless. Loomi laid her head down on the table she was sitting at, her tears pooling up just next to where her cheek was pressed against the cold surface.
This was pointless. She reasoned it was probably best to simply return to her room. Unfortunately she couldn't find the willpower to move herself.