Seeking Council from a Grumpy Old Person (Dagobah)

[Kiara]

[member="Allara Ven"]

She slowly pointed to her ears with a tiny smirk. "Tear it in half, and stuff one half in each ear. Deaf, blind, unable to taste or smell
the outside air, you will be brought to a full circle of missing links and be forced to use your remaining two. Now go."

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Kiara"]

Allara tilted her head some before nodding. She stripped the extra cloth in half, plugging her ears before tying the the blindfold around her eyes. She put her arms back, open for Kiara to jump into. She looked deep into the Force, psyching her self up to bring the dark side. Was that hard, the fresh memory of gettign bruised still in her mind. Her aura trickled off as dark before, she quickly focused on being light sided as well.

 

[Kiara]

[member="Allara Ven"]

Kiara jumped into Allara's arms without much preparation, setting down and carrying her staff. It was a lot heavier than it looked, apparently fully solid. She looked out with her gleeming eyes, then looked to her blindfolded student without giving her further instructions.

Hopefully her vases would aid her well.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Kiara"]

The witch grunted at the unexpected weight of her teacher. She walked steadily, feeling out into the light of the force. She could sense only through her touch, and in the Force. The goal was to find her starship. She felt the mild wind against her, attempting to listen for the heartbeat of the forest, once again trying to separate the natural from the artifically made.

 

[Kiara]

[member="Allara Ven"]

A tight presence of Dark waves of the Force washed down onto the land - it was an artificial creation, this one, powered by none other than the hermit who lived there.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Kiara"]

Allara hissed at the sudden wave of the Dark Side as she attempted to walk. She increased her focus on the light side, attempting to figuratively lantern her way through the shadow. However, she breathed some to keep the balance between the two.

 

[Kiara]

[member="Allara Ven"]

Kiara remembered when she was purely tempted by the Dark Side of the Force. She hated to look into the Light, almost refused most of the time. It was for that reason that Kiara had herself set up a few obsicals involving the Dark, and the Light. Some would go faster than others, but with the proper balance of training, Allara would most hopefully learn quickly that she needed both.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Kiara"]

Allara kept on moving forward. She kept moving forward, balancing between the Light and the Dark. The young witch struggled to keep them in check. Sometimes her vision grew Dark, and drew upon the Light.

 

[Kiara]

[member="Allara Ven"]

The grumpy old person stared up at her carrier, giving her judging signs before pulling her gaze away to look at the surroundings. It was starting to grow tiresome, so with only her life on the line, she went into a small half sleeping state for the witch to take care of her... blindfolded.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Kiara"]

Allara kept her balance, both on her feet and in her presence in the Force. She felt out into the blind void, searching for her ship. She could begin to sense something metallic, inorganic. Not like the rest of the natural force surrounding her in this swamp. She took her time towards the feeling she felt was her ship.

 

[Kiara]

Kiara suddenly fell completely asleep in the witch's arms, audibly snoring tiny breaths, as her legs swung loosely in the training's hold. Her mission still stood, though this time it was without protection, and without any guidance from the elderly hermit to guide.​

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