Kara Avoyos
Princess of Kirima
The steady sound of fists beating a rhythm into a punching bag was soothing. There was nothing complicated about beating up a defenseless bag of sand, nor did it require any sort of space magic. The small training room had been set up for physical training rather than for or lightsaber practice, and Kara was the only occupant at the moment. One of the reasons why she’d retreated here was that it was usually empty, making it a good place to vent her frustrations.
The blonde was supposed to be in a different training area right now, with her teacher Josiah, but she’d opted for a frustration induced day off. The after a morning spent practicing her meager force skills, the last thing she wanted right now was to, once again, fail to grasp the basics of force manipulation in front of a man she’d grown to respect. He’d spent months trying to teach her about the force, but she was still having trouble moving anything larger than a breadbox.
Avoidance was something Kara had always been good at. Confrontation had been impossible for much of her childhood, tantrums were unbecoming of princesses, so her only recourse had been avoiding things that made her want to snap. Sarcasm had come later, but even that was still another way to dance around the edges of being direct. It was a touch unfair to ditch Josiah just because she was frustrated with herself. An apology would be in order later, maybe even a puffcake.
@[member="Josiah Denko"]
The blonde was supposed to be in a different training area right now, with her teacher Josiah, but she’d opted for a frustration induced day off. The after a morning spent practicing her meager force skills, the last thing she wanted right now was to, once again, fail to grasp the basics of force manipulation in front of a man she’d grown to respect. He’d spent months trying to teach her about the force, but she was still having trouble moving anything larger than a breadbox.
Avoidance was something Kara had always been good at. Confrontation had been impossible for much of her childhood, tantrums were unbecoming of princesses, so her only recourse had been avoiding things that made her want to snap. Sarcasm had come later, but even that was still another way to dance around the edges of being direct. It was a touch unfair to ditch Josiah just because she was frustrated with herself. An apology would be in order later, maybe even a puffcake.
@[member="Josiah Denko"]