Upon The Wings Of Destiny [Training - Teynara Jeralyr]

[Serra Sol Rhia]

"Wow." Pressed to the window of the transport the pale tone of a zabrak staring off in awe, the light and colour of the city illuminating the temple and just behind them Serra did the same. She had never seen this planet. She had always heard stories, tales, but never before had she actually been there. It was as pretty as a painting. The other Jedi who had taken passage seemed far less interested, no doubt having been here before, but the zabrak barely could contain her excitement. A soft smile crossing the lips of the half-blood, blonde-red hair falling before her gaze as the eldest of them all smiled back at the two undoubtedly impressed padawans.

"Welcome to Coruscant."

"Is every where on this planet so beautiful?" the zabrak pulled her eyes from the sight of the temple, focusing it instead on the weathered human with them. An amused smile crossing him.

"Not every where. The underlevels are a sight too unpretty for most."

"What abou-"

"Woah- hold on folks. We're about to land!" Taking hold of a handle above him he steadied himself as the ship rustled in numerous small vibrations, a sign that they were lowering to the surface and so every one followed his example. The daughter of angels peered out at the temple still however with a hand gripping the handle above, thoughts of all that happened racing through her. Events in the galaxy aside. She had spent years on Ossus in training, ever since she was a youngling, and now finally she was closer than ever to achieving Knighthood. Murmurs of excitement spread through her. So much so Serra even had to write down the name of her new master. The woman she would actually be meeting upon arrival to the temple.

Her belongings, few that they were, was meeting her on Coruscant from a separate ship. Already assigned a room she only had to concern herself with finding her master. Peering down to the side of her hand where she had etched the name of her new mentor, the rumbling of the ship seemingly unnoticed, she whispered the name aloud. "Teynara... Jeralyr." The ship hissed as with a thud they softly touched down on the surface of the temple, around them a large multitude of ships, most empty but like this one another had seemingly just arrived. Albeit with a different purpose. Staring at it from her window she noted a large group of younglings being guided towards the temple, and like them, she anticipated this new chapter in her life.

Standing she followed the line that had formed, giving a quick glance to the older man who was with them and with a slight bow of the head and press of her hands together she spoke "Master. May the Force be with you." A smile lit up his face and he followed her lead.

"And you padawan Sol Rhia." Leading herself away from the ship she quickly took her own lead and headed towards the temple, eyes scanning ahead of her in search of her new master. Now where could she be?

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Feeling as though a swarm of Rylothean Fire Butterflies had taken root in her stomach and were currently flying around doing their best to disrupt her natural equanimity, the blonde woman watched as the passenger shuttle approached the Temple, going through the motions with intent to land at the Temple: not an unusual event, granted, one that happened several times each day, but this one felt more...important. A shiver rushed through her, starting at the base of her spine and rushing up towards the back of her neck. It was an involuntary motion that she didn't enjoy, but it seemed apt for the moment.

She hadn't been looking forward to today at all - if she hadn't been working the early shift in the Medical Bay, she'd have stayed in bed and simply let it pass her by. But that wouldn't change the reality, merely allow me to avoid it for a few more hours, she mused, tucking a stray strand of long blonde hair back behind her ear, a nervous habit. There were plenty of days where Teynara felt like she was still a novice, an imposter to the title of 'Jedi Knight', never entirely clear as to why the Council had decided to offer it to her in the first place. That was bad enough, but now...to be asked to take on the training of another Jedi...that was a difficult one to wrap her head around.

The incoming shuttle decelerated rapidly, dropping from it's post-sublight velocities to something a little more sedate, suitable for drifting gently through the warm Coruscant airways, the approach vector from orbit nice and clear, since the Jedi had their own to ensure uninterrupted transition for those arriving at the Temple, whatever their business. She watched it nervously with pale-blue eyes that held something of a guarded look, trying not to let her anxiety take too much of a grip. Wouldn't do to let the old Jedi discipline diminish to nothing, she mused, a faint smile curving her generous lips as she found a touch of amusement amidst the tension.

The day was more than a little bright today - the weather-control satellites around Coruscant had been designed to try and keep the weather lovely where possible. The occasional day of rain was a small price to pay, but the skies were mostly clear, and visibility was high. It still felt a little warmer than Teynara preferred, but she was more used to the gentle temperatures on Tython, where there was usually a little more moisture in the air, and not so much duracrete to absorb the sun's warmth. She could only hope that the students rather enjoyed warm, dry days, and didn't instead long for something more...earthly.

The transport was landing now, dropping lightly onto the hefty platform that would support it, the gentle whine of the repulsorlifts increasing steadily as the pilot sought to prevent the ship from suddenly dropping down onto the platform in a stomach-clenching descent, instead preferring a smooth transition. The noise was incredible, but soon pitched off as the engines were cut and the ship's entire stability was given over to the repulsors. Landing struts extended from the belly of the vessel and gracefully touched down on the deck plate, bracing to take the weight of the ship as it came to a stop. Teynara nodded in acknowledgement of the pilot's skill - probably another Jedi - then strode forward at a firm pace, her white and turqoise healer's robes fluttering around her as she took each step.

She'd been provided with a few holos of the girl she had come to meet, the Masters figuring that this would better enable her to identify who she was looking for, and barely had time to stop and reflect on them when the person in question strode by, her expression fixed upon the Temple in front of her, her destination obviously clear in her mind. She's bigger than I'd expected, too, Teynara noted absently, finding herself slightly smaller than the younger woman, and finding some amusement in that fact.

"Hold up a minute!", she called, modulating her voice to convey calm but also a touch of authority which she felt was both unusual but would be expected nonetheless. The thought of it provoked a mental sigh, but she restrained herself from expressing it outwardly. It wasn't a surprise that the girl had missed her, though: there were plenty of Jedi gathering around the transport to be of assistance to the arriving students. And I wouldn't be looking for me, either. "There's no need to hurry inside," she added, a faint smile crossing her features as she stopped in her movements, folding her hands in front of her and simply watching, as she always did.

 

[Serra Sol Rhia]

Rays of sun focused upon her skin as if the only thing present on this world and like a swift wind, except absent literally, the heat washed over her. Beads of sweat slithering down her torso and wetting her forehead and already she knew her abundance of robing would become highly unnecessary on this planet. A deep exhale parting from her lips, a hand to wipe the sweat away, and for a moment her pointed ears introduced themselves to the world around. That same hand falling back to her sides as a voice directed towards her called out and in response a strike of nerves pulsed within her chest.

Turning to meet it her eyes fell upon the woman whose own gaze was directed towards Serra, and assuming it had been produced from her, the padawan stepped forward. Serra had never been given a description on her new master but she could only think of two possible people who would want to stop her. Her master and perhaps someone to register her arrival? Serra really had little idea. She was not so accustomed to a planet quite like this. Every thing struck her as being recorded, documented, signed, and eventually re-documented. Ossus was not so chaotic though but it certainly was less 'all business'.

"Are... you," ah – what was her name?! Eyes quickly fell to the etch on her own hand and as if racing the clock her gaze quickly shot back up to the woman, her approach ceasing now a few feet away. Sufficient to talk "Teynara Jeralyr?". Her head forced to tilt just slightly downwards to peer at the woman, slightly shorter than herself, a quality in her life not unpopular. She often found herself standing just above her peers, at least her female human peers, the lot of their species usually just a bit shorter than herself.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

As the younger woman spoke her name, Teynara's face relaxed just a little, her expression a little less guarded, a thin, amiable smile hinted at the curves of her lips, the pale-blue eyes carrying a touch of that same smile in their gaze. At least the two of them had managed to find each other, so that was a start. There had always been the risk that the girl might arrive and she might not be able to find her, or that they'd simply bypass each other completely in their search. That's one obstacle out of the way, at least. And, of course, there was another in that they already had a good grasp of the other's names - although there was one thing that her new Apprentice hadn't quite gotten right.

"That's me," she said simply, her voice soft and almost quiet, the reassuring tones of someone who obviously spent a lot of time working with those who needed gentler handling. Let's call that my bedside manner, she thought wryly. "I prefer just to be called 'Teynara', though, or 'Tey', if you like. Anything more than that just sends a shiver up my spine," the Jedi remarked amiably, her gaze open and frank. "Formality is just a way of reinforcing self-esteem, or for creating barriers between people," the blonde noted with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Useful for diplomacy, but otherwise an absolute pain. So indulge me on this one, would you?"

Her blue eyes narrowed slightly in an appraising manner as she looked at the taller woman that was to be her student. The younger woman was obviously in good physical condition, and carried herself well, her posture both relaxed and yet with that self-assured carriage that most confident Jedi tended towards. Her grey eyes were far from distant or cold, though they did speak a little to some inner reserves - or so Teynara thought - and they tended to capture one's attention rather startlingly. Still, the overall effect was to offer a demeanour that wasn't cold, exactly, but perhaps lacking expression. Teynara couldn't help but feel that she was being sized up in some way, even as she was the one doing the appraising. That could take some getting used to, she thought.

Despite that, Teynara couldn't help but notice that the younger woman wasn't entirely comfortable - there was something just a little off there, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe the two of them were both suffering from nerves, but Serra didn't seem like the type that would express anxiety unless she felt there were good reason to do so - hell, everything about her spoke about a fairly close level of emotional control. Then again, she was sweating - the Jedi could see the fine beads of dew forming on the girl's forehead. That'd be normal if she's nervous, she thought contemplatively. It doesn't quite fit, though.

She half-turned, looking back towards the transport ship that had just dropped off a number of students onto the platform, a sudden thought crossing her mind, her pale-blue eyes widening slightly as realisation struck. Naturally, she's spent her trip on an atmosphere-controlled ship in the cold of space. Stupid that she hadn't realised that sooner. Reaching over towards Serra, Teynara gently pressed her slender hand against the girl's lower forearm, just above the wrist, then closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling a slow, deep breath and exhaling it again.

It took a moment of focus to apply her technique to another - she'd gotten so used to using it for her own purposes that it was simple enough, but not to much for someone else. Teynara envisioned a decent-sized box, plain and mostly unadorned, crafted from a simple wood that was used on her homeworld, opening the box to see a shining orb of light resting there: the way she tended to visualise her own energies, collected and available for use. Drawing a little on it, as if she had reached into the box and taken a simple spark of that light, she allowed that energy to flow through her, moving along her arm with a tingling effect, then jumping the minuscule gap between her fingers and the Padawan's arm, the spark invisibly spreading out into a field that would race throughout the girl. A little cooling energy to keep the temperature off, Teynara thought with a thin smile, her Tapas field extending between the two of them so that the warmth of the early afternoon did not cause either of them to feel overly stifled.

"Is that better?", she asked, relinquishing her grasp of the other woman's arm, her hand falling slowly to rest at her side, the Jedi watching her new apprentice with a mixture of curiousity and confident reassurance, her expression relaxed and calm. "Coruscant's a little warmer than most of the planets I've lived on, but you'll get used to it eventually. How was your trip, Serra?", she enquired, tilting her head slightly.

 

[Serra Sol Rhia]

The warming of the woman's expression indicated all that Serra would need to know that she had found the correct woman, a wave of relief filling her as she nodded in agreement to the woman's request. Of course such a request was one she would need to get used to, so use to regarding each and every Jedi with a certain depth of formality. She considered it respectful but the woman before her was not off-base in stating it was also a means to draw boarders between them. It was an effective one at that. Though expressionless as she was before she felt just slightly off-put by the sense that she was being judged. The way her new master gazed – it was a gaze she had met many times in her life. As a child falling under the gaze of angels, as a youngling by those testing her, as a padawan with each and every new master or trainer, and now at the peak of early training with this one.

It was expected, and welcomed, being a natural occurrence after all for one in her place. The council had probably just assigned her to Teynara absent warning whereas all her other masters had at one point witnessed her use of abilities, or saw some thing within her that drove them to parting their own knowledge. It was a situation that would warrant some getting use to but it was not one that diffused her excitement by any degree. There was the additional excitement of getting to know this new teacher as she did with all the rest. It was perhaps one of the more beneficial aspects of engaging into a new–ah!

"What are you–" her forearm tightened at her touch, a wave of discomfort washing over, touch never being given a certain level of comfort from her. But then filling her was an aura of ease she had not expected, though she could see the connection in her mind, its origin. Webs of cracks that slowly filled her flesh and weaved from her into the woman before her. She could tell from them it was a feeling induced through the Force and like many other times in her life, it gave her a slight idea as to how the ability itself worked, perhaps some thing she would experiment with later. But the effect was an especially welcomed one, despite the necessity of touch, the heat that once bothered her now being waved away so simply.

"Yes. Thank you." At the release of touch Serra instinctively took a step back, perhaps subconsciously to evade such touch again, though her expression nor tone would not be the ones to reveal such discomfort otherwise in control of what she did reveal. "It went well, thank you." Her body shifted again but now this time purposely as she indicated that they should start walking once more, so not to be speaking directly before the shipyard. Perhaps despite her reservations of physical contact the daughter of angels was never one for small talk, often making an awkward silence no less awkward, and so to evade the chance this would develop as such she began heading towards the temple with her master. Eyes focused on her as she thought to speak once more. "I have not travelled since I was a youngling, and I must admit, I slept through most of it. My belongings were to meet me here and so I did not have much else to do in the time. Otherwise I am sure I would have driven the ship mad with my insistent playing of the mandolin."

She smiled lightly at her own half jests, now herself looking upon the woman who would be her master. Normally Serra would have introduced herself but as her name fell from the lips of her master it seemed it was unnecessary. She was not able to gauge much from her appearance alone, a skill she never possessed, but with luck she would learn more of her in their interactions soon enough. Of course a question now slithered from her mind to breach her lips. Her master appeared young, perhaps the same age as herself, and so it was a question as natural as the steps they took towards the temple soon to enter the enormous temple itself. Maybe she would be given chance at one point to explore the city around this temple. "Have you trained many master Teynara?"

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

She could sense the sudden recoil in the young woman's emotions, the barrier that existed between them now, a touch of reserve that suggested that she was uncomfortable with what Teynara had done - even though it was simply to provide a little comfort and respite from the heat, a welcome thing, or so she had believed. There's more to this one than meets the eye, for certain, the blonde thought, walking alongside her new Padawan, having to increase her pace slightly more than usual to keep up with the taller woman's longer strides. At least I'll get a good workout...

Still, there it was again: that sense of the other woman drawing away, guarding herself in small ways, designed to unobtrusive and perhaps even unnoticeable. She'd get away with it, too, if I weren't capable of noticing expressional minutiae, Teynara thought. The drawing of the lips, the slight narrowing of the eyes, the way Serra had stepped away from her and started walking after their brief contact had been released...all these suggests that there was something at the girl's core that was bothering her. She's not anti-social, but my guess is that she prefers to keep to herself. They'd have to work on that reserve - it was always good to keep your feelings under control, but past a certain point, that also became an obstacle.

"Please, don't call me 'Master', either," she remarked softly, doing her level best to keep any sting out of her words by keeping the tone light-hearted, and her expression calm and friendly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'm just Teynara," the Jedi noted, her voice slightly warning now. "If we have to go through motions of formality, please just do so around others. In private, I intend to be your friend, as well as your mentor," she concluded, glancing sideways at the Padawan with her pale-blue eyes. Whether you'll consent to being mine is another matter, naturally...

Teynara wasn't entirely certain what the question meant to uncover: was Serra searching for some sense of the Healer's experience in teaching, or was she even hinting at the blonde woman's competency with such a question? In her shoes, I'd probably do the same thing, she thought glumly. I'm not particularly old, and I'm smaller, too, so any initial appraisal would suggest that I'm weaker in some capacity. She shrugged mentally. Nothing either one of them could do about first impressions now - they'd simply have to ride that particular wave and try not to drown.

"You'll actually be my first apprentice," she admitted shyly, her tone dropping slightly as though she were embarrassed as confess as much. Which I suppose I am, if that's something she'll use to judge me by. Teynara couldn't blame her for that if Serra did indeed choose to do so. "There are no doubt going to be a lot of things we'll learn from each other," Teynara remarked, fixing her new student with a frank gaze. "I'll do my best to be patient with you, if you'll offer me the same kindness in turn."

 

[Serra Sol Rhia]

The burning rays of sun retreated behind temple walls as they passed through the entrance, the whole of the temple almost intoxicating and for the briefest of moments Serra but stared in slight awe. It was not so unlike the temple she had come from. But by the spirits was it larger - or at least the interior was. Probably the way it was designed but in any case it was impressive. So much so she for a moment had forgotten herself and only upon that realization did she pull herself back into reality, again now facing the woman beside her. A slight smile crossing her lips at her insistence of no formalities. She really disliked them, it seemed. The tone clue enough although it did little else to manipulate a reaction from Serra. "Apologies. Old habit of mine I suppose."

The realization that she was being a bit distant was a cold nibble on her innards, and actively reminding herself to smile, the daughter of angels repeated in her head Smile. Remember what Keyan said. In the very least she added words such as 'I suppose' to statements to indicate not absolute certainty. A friend from her youngling clan had once advised that it was a good way to appear more 'human' and genuine. So not to alienate or drive people away by not being a constant sign of absolute confidence - some thing good in very particular situations but a drawback in others, it seemed. "I shall refer to your title only in relevant situations then."

It was her next answer however that actually struck out as interesting. She was to be her first padawan. It would suggest then based on the fact she had already completed the majority of her training, plus her relative young age that the council was actually gauging the training of the knight herself without yet overwhelming her. At least the scenario made sense within her mind. It may also be because they had developed similar skills, though it would seem her more general Force-focused nature enabled her opportunity to train with a wide range of teachers. Her words however still that of someone very much accustomed to formalities, or perhaps distancing oneself socially, she however attempted her best to attach a warm tone onto them.

"You must be proud then, no? The council believes you confident enough to teach. Though whatever the reason may be," her feet came to a halt now a few minutes deep into the temple, corridors and rooms surrounding them, "I am looking forward to this relationship." Her gaze met the walls and sceenery around them before again a smile met her lips. She was excited to learn.

"Would you prefer to get to know me better before beginning? Or perhaps take some time of solitude? Or shall we dive in immediately?" It always was in her nature to try and take lead of a situation.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

Am I proud? Teynara frowned slightly as she thought about it. No, I guess I'm not, she mused reflectively. Sure, it's a big step, and it suggests that the Council are confident in my abilities - and it's a good thing somebody is - but even so, pride's not the first emotion I feel when thinking about it. No, she couldn't say that she felt proud, and in truth, she wasn't sure she would be able to justify it even if she had - pride was very much the way you ought to feel if you'd accomplished something, and simply accepting responsibility for the training another spoke more of burdens accepted than of any accomplishments made.

"Pride's a tricky emotion around here, because it has a lot of different meanings," she remarked softly, continuing to walk alongside her new student. "Some view it as a path to arrogance: to feel good about what you have done and to maintain a sense of satisfaction over it can lead you to believe that you are too good, too capable, and therefore better than those around you," Teynara observed. She personally didn't feel like that was true, but she'd seen it happen a fair few times: ultimately, those possessed of obvious competence were unlikely to simply keep it to themselves. "It's good to feel a sense of having achieved something, but I think it's better to keep it grounded, use it as a platform to do something better."

The blonde found is slightly amusing and perhaps a little disconcerting that her Padawan was the one taking the lead and asking what to do next - practically giving her options - as though she were the junior partner in this relationship. Teynara didn't like to reflect on hierarchy - she tended to think of it as a distraction - but something suggested that this wasn't quite how things were supposed to go. Now the bigger question: do I shrug it off and wait to fight a more important battle, or do I bring her up short and make it clear who's in charge? Either one risked causing issues: to berate the other woman might wound her pride and make her feel bad about herself (or perhaps, make her believe that Teynara was being unfair), or, if things were left alone, that might damage her reputation in the student's eyes, make her think that her new instructor was unassertive or weak-minded. Caught between a floating rock and an asteroid, she thought wryly.

She had been tempted to give the younger woman time to explore and settle in, but she could sense a little restless energy coming from Serra, and something suggested that this would be the wrong move to make. Good thing I thought to have that extra cup of Stimcaf this morning, she mused, inwardly resigned to a more active day than she'd intended. Not many Jedi these days were given to contemplation and reflection, so that made it far harder work for those teachers who were. She'd play along for now, though.

"If you're in the mood for activity, why don't we start with a brief test of your skills, so I can see what you can do?", she asked, quirking a pale eyebrow inquisitively, wondering if the girl might be game for that. I have just the thing in mind, too. Several levels of the Jedi Temple had their own training courses available to test different skills: sensory awareness, physical fitness, combat capability, mental reflexes, and so on. Teynara obviously didn't intend to throw her into the higher level zones first, but it would be worth taking a shot at some of the intermediate ones, since Serra had some training under her belt already. Let's see how she does. "Follow me," she added, a faint smile curving her lips.

They took a turbolift to one of the Temple's lower levels, not needing to stop in at Serra's new quarters to drop off her things, since they'd already been taken along by several of the Temple's droids, so she could acquaint herself with that later. The first training complex she intended to guide Serra through was on the third level, a sequence of rooms with different obstacles and puzzles to overcome, though Teynara would naturally not follow in - rather, it was better for her to monitor her student's progress via monitors and a comm-link.

"Okay, we have to go our separate ways here," the blonde woman remarked as they came to a door painted in a soft metallic colour, the sign above it registering it as the start of one of the training courses, the Aurabesh letters written neatly in black against the soft colours. "This course will test a good few of your capabilities. I can't tell you what to do, though," she added with a wry smile. "That'd defeat the idea of a test, wouldn't it?" Teynara reached over with a slender hand and patted the young woman amiably on the shoulder. "Good luck!", she finished, walking away and heading for the observation room nearby.

The metallic doors slid open quietly with barely a noise, presenting a room of pitch-black darkness for the Padawan to step into. Once the doors sealed behind her, she would find herself in a dark room filled with utter silence. A few steps forward, and the mechanisms within the room would detect the motion and start the first training sequence, one she would have to bypass to proceed to the next room.

"Your first task is to navigate your way through the room as carefully as you can." Teynara's voice, slightly muffled by the comm unit, floated through the air within the room, offering what guidance she could for the purposes of the test. Not that every test will have instructions. Some you have to work out for yourself... "All the obstacles in the room are pressure-sensitive, so touching any of them will cause a buzzer to sound. Three buzzers and you're out," she remarked, slightly amused. And that's not your only obstacle...

Teynara sat down in a chair right in front of the room's control systems, her slender fingers brushing against several of the controls and activating the other obstacle that Serra would have to deal with. As she did so, the dark, silent room suddenly became alive, several overlapping humming noises now destroying the tranquil peace within. Just a few repulsorlifts. Or so it was, until one of them, emanating from a small spherical droid, still concealed from view but visible on the observation screen due to the infrared imaging overlay that enabled Teynara to see, but left Serra completely in the dark.

At least until one of the little droids spat a dark-blue bolt of energy in her direction...

 

[Serra Sol Rhia]

"I understand the reasoning, undoubtedly, though I simply referred to pride in the sense of finding joy in an accomplishment," she had listened intently and nodded in response to her explanation of the dangers of pride, a trait she could certainly see evolving in the way she defined, "however I fear that stems from a fear of emotion and not a mastery of it: to assume the natural path of pride is arrogance is a bit of a slippery-slope based on the reaction of a few against the more balanced leading of pride to self-confidence. Surely a quality for those of us so often thrust into situations that leave us no room to hesitate or self-question?" Serra did not seek to question her master but is that not how tone usually fell? "But I agree. Let pride be some thing to build upon greater qualities."

Her attention however fell away from the brief discussion and to the idea of a small test, to gauge how much she had learned in her time, and with a slight smile and nod she demonstrated her interest. She could perhaps work out some of the energy that had accumulated after such a travel. Beyond meditation, idle chatter, staring, and the basic necessities of life she had little to do in her travel to Coruscant. A flare of excitement filling her at the prospect of finally flexing her abilities, and for a reason quite necessary to the addition of her training. Her master should know just how far along in her training she had come and this was certainly a means to gather that information. She could have perhaps just asked but the padawan had no doubt this was too let her exert some restlessness as well.

With another nod she followed Teynara silently and absent expression, not until however they stopped before the entrance to what she quickly read was a test. There excitement truly flared. At the lift of her hand from her shoulder Serra stepped into the room and looked about herself, the room an oddity, but still that excitement resided. Until the dimming of the room itself. Then that emotion quickly and surely slipped away into the interior of herself, now simply awaiting what challenges presented itself. The utmost attention placed on all corners of the room, both with the Force itself and her eyes, simply awaiting now. Streak of blonde framing her face and robes comfortably hanging from her body. She recalled an ability, one she had learned early on, and the properties of her eyes shifted.

The glow of blue illuminated from her sockets and enabled her to see quite clearly despite the darkness, the goal of this challenge becoming all the simpler now, though the daughter of angels found herself unsure how to accomplish the test. Quite able to see however she began stepping around, easily avoiding the plates that would result in the buzzing, her attention falling short at the ease of the task. Until suddenly from another side of the room came the abrupt burning and fire of what was probably a minor stun-intended bolt, its abrupt surprising her and catching her on the right shoulder, her left foot re-catching her balance upon one of the very floor panels she had so easily weaved around. Then the buzz.


Two more. Another bolt, and then another, and another and yet despite the repeated shots she now was able to side-step them with a natural grace, arms flowing with her body, creating the illusion of wind, and she continued weaving below and around them. She was not going to exercise much more, at least now, not until she grew comfortable with the pattern of this particular test. She simply had to wait.