To quell the tempest softly
Butterflies threatened to burst right through her abdominal wall and carry her into the stratosphere.
A first had happened to her; Cora had been summoned by none other than Valery Noble, the Sword of the Jedi for a mission. It almosed seemed like fate--Master Noble, working with a Padawn of noble upbringing. Until now, Cora's interaction with other Jedi had been limited to group classes and training with other Padawans. She'd yet to receive any one-on-one instruction, and part of her had been anxious that her performance was lacking.
She paced to the hangar with nervous energy, anticipation nearly killing her when she'd realized that Master Noble was not there yet. Which made sense, because Cora had arrived nearly half an hour early to ensure that she was not late.
It would simply not do to make a Jedi Master wait, even if the walk from her dormitory took only minutes. Instead, the extra time would give Cora room to catastrophize.
Even though she'd been selected for a mission, many of the other Padawans had already found dedicated Masters. Instructors that would surely mold them into better, more competent Jedi. If she performed poorly as Jedi, that would not reflect well on Ukatis and consequently put their tentative membership with the Galactic Alliance into jeopardy. Her family's standing in the Ukatian aristocracy would plummet, and that would not do. Father would be so disappointed.
One of the mechanics glanced to the blonde girl, raising a brow as he watched her pace back and forth vigorously.
Valery Noble
A first had happened to her; Cora had been summoned by none other than Valery Noble, the Sword of the Jedi for a mission. It almosed seemed like fate--Master Noble, working with a Padawn of noble upbringing. Until now, Cora's interaction with other Jedi had been limited to group classes and training with other Padawans. She'd yet to receive any one-on-one instruction, and part of her had been anxious that her performance was lacking.
She paced to the hangar with nervous energy, anticipation nearly killing her when she'd realized that Master Noble was not there yet. Which made sense, because Cora had arrived nearly half an hour early to ensure that she was not late.
It would simply not do to make a Jedi Master wait, even if the walk from her dormitory took only minutes. Instead, the extra time would give Cora room to catastrophize.
Even though she'd been selected for a mission, many of the other Padawans had already found dedicated Masters. Instructors that would surely mold them into better, more competent Jedi. If she performed poorly as Jedi, that would not reflect well on Ukatis and consequently put their tentative membership with the Galactic Alliance into jeopardy. Her family's standing in the Ukatian aristocracy would plummet, and that would not do. Father would be so disappointed.
One of the mechanics glanced to the blonde girl, raising a brow as he watched her pace back and forth vigorously.
