The boy nodded in response to the older man, and as the tap tap tapping of the cane resounded down the halls once more he slowed his pace some in order to keep up with him. No sense in running on ahead, what would he do there? Twiddle his thumbs? Sip some caf'? Nah, that didn't sound like fun. He could do those things now, if he wanted.
"Yeah, there's lots it can do. Anything in particular strike your fancy?"
Thesh was definitely more the kind of practitioner who looked past the categories and the specific powers for the most part. There were distinct ones of course, pyrokinesis was certainly set apart from telekinesis, and alchemy was not necromancy, but the subcategories? To him they were simply unnecessary distinctions more to aid the user in figuring out what it was they wanted to do with the ability than all the ability had to offer.
But putting a name to it made moments like this simpler. Because if Dral knew what he hoped to accomplish with telekinesis, then Thesh could point him in the correct direction.
He turned a corner, led them both down another hallway, and then turned right. It was an area of the Academy which had not yet been finalized, and it was pindrop silent save for their boots and the clacking of the cane. One more doorway brought them to an indoor/outdoor training room. There were walls, there was the semblance of a roof, but the cool night air of Korriban crept through windows which held no panes, and a large hunk of the ceiling was missing.
Despite the arid nature of Korriban, somehow greenery had begun to sustain itself here. Was it naturally occurring, or had someone been tending to it?
The answer came when Thesh walked to the base of one of the vines, and began to redirect some of its trailing limbs. He let out a soft sigh, and then turned toward the Zabrak. Eager to begin as always.