Was he doing it yet again? Thinking instead of acting? Getting stuck in his head? Yes. He guessed.
Truthfully, it wasn’t something he always did. Something had happened to him back in that cavern.
Usually, he does experience a kind of connection with his homeland. He was normal at that tavern.
Yet, this was different. Something shifted within him. Due to that witch. Who…was she even…dead?
No. He won’t think about this again.
Don’t. Not her. That sorceress in a nexus was dead to begin with.
This Jedi Master, however, was alive. Living. There was so much life in Ikki Ike. So much proven power.
The kind he didn’t want for himself. But…did he…want her? Did Yondir want Ikki? He’d already shown it.
Quiet. She would tell him the same thing that moment. He blinked. Suddenly Ikki is covered in powder.
His shot had missed her. That didn’t matter. Suddenly, not even Mavin mattered. He is safe anyway.
Throwing snowballs at the walls. Pretending he was already a Knight. Already a Master. Like these.
Reaction... She gave him such a reaction. He just didn’t know how to translate what he was feeling.
“You are faster, Master Ike,” Yondir spoke simply as he walked over to her.
“And stronger. I do say.”
He spoke in a tone as politely as possible as he approached.
Closer. He wanted her to know he was civil despite their jest.
Hands clasped behind back. Good manners. She has to know.
Few feet away.
Act. Lifts his hand to plunge snow on her head.
Moonlight. It was trapped in his mind from homeland's lake.
In this moment, though, he sees no moon and sees no light.
Surely his attack won't miss only inches away from her face.
Whatever the case, he grins, he laughs, he has a good time.
Ikki Ike
Yondir Fenn
