Talia listened carefully, absorbing not only his words but the gentleness with which he spoke them. There was no expectation in his voice, no demand that she succeed immediately. He was teaching her patience as much as he was teaching her the Force.
She nodded slowly.
"Yes, Master."
Keeping one hand resting lightly against the Ashla's root, she resisted the temptation to ask it to move. Syn was right. There would come a time to give direction, but a command given without trust was little more than force. She wanted something better than that.
Instead, she let her awareness remain centered on the connection they were building. The cool water surrounding the root flowed around her fingers, and through the Force she could sense the delicate life within it. It felt fragile, but not weak. There was resilience beneath that fragility, the quiet strength of something that had survived by living in harmony with the world around it rather than resisting it.
A thoughtful smile crossed her lips.
"It trusts the water," she murmured. "It doesn't fight the current... it lets the current carry it where it needs to go." The observation seemed to settle something inside her. "Perhaps that's why it survives."
She drew another slow breath, allowing the connection to deepen without rushing it.
"If it chooses to separate from the others..." she said softly, her voice filled with genuine respect, "...then I want to be worthy of that trust." Her hand remained steady against the living root. "Not because I can command it... but because it believes I'll bring it safely home again."
Syn