S H A D O W
As she followed Ashin, she knelt down and picked up one of the seeds. She looked at it and thought about how similar she was to it. Spencer remembered how beautiful the flowers were that Sirella had created when she put energy into them. The padawan wondered if because of the energy Ashin, Sirella and Phylis were putting into her if she would sprout and become something amazing. The Drop ship moved and Spencer shoved the seed into her tunic. She was nervous for this; Ashin had explained how this time it was going to be difficult – Spencer felt the village was already a feat and a half. Either way, she was rested now and her full energy was back in place.
They had finally arrived; the blonde ran her fingers through her hair and brushed back a few strands behind her ear. She was nervous, but it was easy to hide it behind feeling everyone around her. They were excited and wanting more, Spencer didn’t understand the emotions of the Sith, but she hoped one day she would. In the end it would help her be better…
Her footsteps were brisk as she followed behind Ashin, she remained close to the Dark Master as she listened to the woman’s words. Her hazel eyes making contact with each of the Gand in the room, they were unlike humans – but she had a quick lesson on them to make this a bit easier on her. Like before, Spencer closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in meditation. Reaching up, Spencer watched as the threads of the Gand’s force connection (even though they weren’t wielders of the force) spiral, they were thin and barely noticeable, but she had learned to search for them. Her own threads reached out grasping each one binding them to her and in the same process she found Ashin’s and did the same.
The binding of the padawan’s force threads allowed her to be a conductor of the force for Ashin and to help influence the Gand in the room. Taking a deep breath Spencer continued to pour out her force energy giving every ounce of herself to the task.
They had finally arrived; the blonde ran her fingers through her hair and brushed back a few strands behind her ear. She was nervous, but it was easy to hide it behind feeling everyone around her. They were excited and wanting more, Spencer didn’t understand the emotions of the Sith, but she hoped one day she would. In the end it would help her be better…
Her footsteps were brisk as she followed behind Ashin, she remained close to the Dark Master as she listened to the woman’s words. Her hazel eyes making contact with each of the Gand in the room, they were unlike humans – but she had a quick lesson on them to make this a bit easier on her. Like before, Spencer closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in meditation. Reaching up, Spencer watched as the threads of the Gand’s force connection (even though they weren’t wielders of the force) spiral, they were thin and barely noticeable, but she had learned to search for them. Her own threads reached out grasping each one binding them to her and in the same process she found Ashin’s and did the same.
The binding of the padawan’s force threads allowed her to be a conductor of the force for Ashin and to help influence the Gand in the room. Taking a deep breath Spencer continued to pour out her force energy giving every ounce of herself to the task.