The room was quiet and free from prying eyes, an unusual sensation Anaya was fast getting used to. Oman had always had her in a spotlight of sorts, his ‘pet’ and his apprentice. Thoughts of her dead master brought a smile to her lips but she pushed them aside and moved to the centre of the room and settled on the floor to meditate.
Her mind, had other plans as it skirted from one memory to the next ever ditracting, ever infuriating. With a yell of frustration she threw the first thing her hand settled upon across the room. The lightsaber merely bounced off the wall. Angry and upset for reasons she could not fathom she hugged her knees. She had come to the Sith Empire in search of a Master that could truly teach her, and so far she had found nothing and been approached by no one.
Patience was not one of her strong points.
Her mind, had other plans as it skirted from one memory to the next ever ditracting, ever infuriating. With a yell of frustration she threw the first thing her hand settled upon across the room. The lightsaber merely bounced off the wall. Angry and upset for reasons she could not fathom she hugged her knees. She had come to the Sith Empire in search of a Master that could truly teach her, and so far she had found nothing and been approached by no one.
Patience was not one of her strong points.