Charity Luckless
Jedi Therapist
Voss - Silver Jedi Campus Sparring Facility
Today, she had her first true one-on-one session with a student. He was an older teen; a somewhat experienced combatant who had submitted himself to the Jedi Order after abandoning his subservience to the Sith. He was an interesting case in that regard, and Charity suspected there might be a touch of impatience to weed out of him. And sometimes that involved a little hands-on experience and some tough love at the wrong end of a training saber.She strode in through the doorway of the sparring room, its white walls, floors, and black hashed lines the only significant detail about the spacious chamber. The place was for fighting, and that was what Charity intended to do today.
Grabbing a practice weapon from the provided arsenal, Charity tapped the saber hilt against her hip and eyed her newly arriving student upon his entrance. "Greetings, Padawan," she spoke softly, dissuading any following echoes. The tall Jedi was not one to be heard too often--or at all, in many cases. But she supposed she was a teacher today. And so she must.