Coruscant
[member="Cedric Grayson"]
Cenric watched quietly from the small balcony overlooking the large patio that had been built into the back of the Jedi Temple. There were a dozen or so younglings moving through different lightsaber forms with practice sticks. Some of them were doing well, others were nearly tripping over their feet.
He watched them, taking in even the slightest movement.
There was a benefit of growing up on Lorrd. His parents had taught him kinetic communication, picking up even the slightest detail and discrepancy. He could tell which of the students were really trying and which of them thought this was an utter waste of time. The young man himself had always been a part of the former group. From the moment he'd arrived at the Temple Cenric had always tried his hardest.
Some things were more difficult for him, connecting to the force, meditation, everything that wasn't physical. The instructors had always told him that would come later, but so far it was still difficult for him to even lift a pebble without an hours meditation beforehand. It was something that ate at him, probably more than it should have. The entire situation wasn't helped by the fact that he felt isolated because of it. Most of the masters chose students based on their potential in the force, but as far as Cenric himself could tell...he didn't really have much potential at all in that department.
He could go toe to toe with any student in lightsaber combat, at least training sabers, but when it came to the force he was next to nothing.
Cenric's lips thinned, gaze dropping down to the courtyard below.
His knuckles tightened for a moment as he saw one of the students effortlessly use the force to tip a girl ahead of him. A scowl pulled at the padawans lips, and for a moment he glanced towards a small pebble sitting on the balcony.
For a moment he considered flicking it at the youngling.
[member="Cedric Grayson"]
Cenric watched quietly from the small balcony overlooking the large patio that had been built into the back of the Jedi Temple. There were a dozen or so younglings moving through different lightsaber forms with practice sticks. Some of them were doing well, others were nearly tripping over their feet.
He watched them, taking in even the slightest movement.
There was a benefit of growing up on Lorrd. His parents had taught him kinetic communication, picking up even the slightest detail and discrepancy. He could tell which of the students were really trying and which of them thought this was an utter waste of time. The young man himself had always been a part of the former group. From the moment he'd arrived at the Temple Cenric had always tried his hardest.
Some things were more difficult for him, connecting to the force, meditation, everything that wasn't physical. The instructors had always told him that would come later, but so far it was still difficult for him to even lift a pebble without an hours meditation beforehand. It was something that ate at him, probably more than it should have. The entire situation wasn't helped by the fact that he felt isolated because of it. Most of the masters chose students based on their potential in the force, but as far as Cenric himself could tell...he didn't really have much potential at all in that department.
He could go toe to toe with any student in lightsaber combat, at least training sabers, but when it came to the force he was next to nothing.
Cenric's lips thinned, gaze dropping down to the courtyard below.
His knuckles tightened for a moment as he saw one of the students effortlessly use the force to tip a girl ahead of him. A scowl pulled at the padawans lips, and for a moment he glanced towards a small pebble sitting on the balcony.
For a moment he considered flicking it at the youngling.