Caedyn hadn't been taught the finer details of Force Practice such as this, to reach so far within the very material of an object, to search it and discover through the force what sort of metal or fabric it was...-[member="Coci Heavenshield"] wasn't kidding, to find these materials and study them, to learn what defines and separates them from others would take years. It was much more complex than he had thought, and perhaps he had gotten ahead of himself, rushing into things hoping that he could make these powerful artifacts sooner than was realistically possible...
This was however, something that he had set his mind to achieving; Not to mention that with the training required, this would certainly be something to set him apart and offer the Jedi a unique and rare talent from what he had understood thus far. To learn from the very Masters of Alkahest, The Art Of The Small and Force Light; Caedyn was relieved and even felt honored to have been accepted as a student in these practices by [member="Phylis Alince"] and Master Heavenshield, herself.
"I understand, Master" he replied, Coci having once more reminded him of the effort required for such a practice. Both of these skills were above and beyond the general abilities taught to Jedi as far as he had experienced. They were more of a special field of focus rather than the more common saber forms or telekinesis that was studied by every Padawan and his pet frog. He'd been given a reality check, and he had indeed taken it in, but that hadn't deterred him from committing to the learning and study that would be required of him.
Closing his eyes, his hands came together, placing palm against palm with the coin in between and lacing his fingers whilst he sought to fall into meditation. Slowing his breathing to an even pace, inhaling through the nose and out through the mouth, he continued to repeat this until his shoulders relaxed and his mind drifted for a time, his concerns and thoughts being released to the environment that felt so much lighter, as though he were there in the room without a body but simply a consciousness able to travel through the walls if he so desired.
Instead, his will brought his attention to the small circular object within his hands, looking passed the skin flesh and bone of his palms to view the coin itself, within the minds eye. The small coin felt cold on the outside, and though impressions had been etched into the sides, there were no traces of rough corners or jagged imperfections, perhaps worn over the years or otherwise evidence of a well practiced craft. It was however, the purpose of this exercise to look deeper, to pass the outer-layer and look to the very molecular structure of the object, and this required further time and patience. Caedyn understood that this could be done, but he had never succeeded in doing so before. His brows furrowed subconsciously as he tried to retain his focus, tracing the small curves and recesses within the coin, seeking some way of breaching the physical.
To imbue something with the Force, meant focusing on an object, most often in it's construction and channeling the force itself within. To try to do this with his mind, his consciousness against a fully in-tact object, even one as small as a coin wasn't quite the same thing.
