Anthony Gray Sun
Kahlil Noble
Before any more questions could be asked Catronia was whisked away to a proper training area. She was quite perplexed at the minimalist nature of it. All she saw was the essentials for what a Jedi's saber training would require. An area for saber wielding droids, some depowered orb-shaped droids she knew not the use of, and a large square mat she assumed Jedi stood on for duels. Being from such a primitive rock as Sarkhai, most of this got oohs and aahs from the young Sarkhai.
"I did not expect to be trusted with a lightsaber so quickly, even if it is just for training," She said with a smile.
"I have never handled any sort of longblade before. Spears and bows were the closest I ever got." Once they found the training saber she took it in her hands. Catronia loved technology, as was obvious by this point, but it seldom loved her back. She excitedly fumbled with the beam saber in her hand, only to accidentally ignite it, upside down. The sudden iconic sound of a saber's ignition spooked her, almost causing her to drop it straight down. Something that wouldn't have been the best idea with a regular saber.
"M...my apologies Master Gray Sun." Her once pale and painted cheeks were now a deep shade of pink. This training session would be interesting.