Aeron Zambrano
The First
[SIZE=10pt]Asaak had given up on ever being “done” learning a lot time ago. There had been a time before she’d really come to learn about the Force that she thought achieving the title of Master meant that you’d come to know all there was to know. Ha! Looking back on that now made her smile where she sat on a small knoll, a grassy swell of land that gave her a good view of the newly restored Temple. What she realized now was that the rank of Master meant one understood the Force with a prowess that allowed them to work even with the mysterious parts, that one could be wise and powerful in the face of something that was often completely unknown. But she would never, ever be done learning. And she liked that thought.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]But that day was for more of the same; it had been a while since she had sat down with Master [member="Rasu Gan"] for a good old fashioned training session. They’d been out in the field together rather frequently since her time as a Padawan began and she’d learned some incredibly valuable lessons, but she was excited at the prospect of some one-on-one time to improve her skills. She’d finally found a concrete direction and she marveled at how she’d settled. She remembered how she loved to fight, how she’d been so eager at the thought when Rasu had first spoken with her. Now she’d realized her true calling, realized her connection to the Force and how good it felt to be wrapped in its embrace, to be blessed with its calling. It was a gift she had been given to be able to feel something so beautiful and she was intent to learn how to use it to the best of her abilities. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Not only that, but she’d come to adore her Master. She had been a nervous, unsure youngling when she’d first met the Shi’ido and she’d never forgotten the kindness the green-skinned woman had shown. She was a Master that pushed, that encouraged, that could be stern when it was required, but could make the Togruta laugh just as easily. Asaak hoped that one day she could guide her own Padawan with the same gentle, encouraging hand. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]But before they could get down to the business of what Rasu would share with her that day, Asaak had questions. The trip back home once she’d been rescued from her torture had been hellish. She looked down at the fingers of her right hand where fingernails had just recently grown back out. Every movement had been an insult as she healed, a reminder of how stupid she’d been to allow herself to get in to such a mess. The scars covering her abdomen and all the damage instilled were a constant reminder and she feared that it meant she wasn’t fit to bear her gift – she worried she had done something wrong. She was ashamed. And the things Nemene had said of the Sith…she needed Rasu’s guidance to reach her peace of mind. She couldn’t stand having the questions in the back of her mind, not when she had the promise of the Silver Jedi in front of her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]But that day was for more of the same; it had been a while since she had sat down with Master [member="Rasu Gan"] for a good old fashioned training session. They’d been out in the field together rather frequently since her time as a Padawan began and she’d learned some incredibly valuable lessons, but she was excited at the prospect of some one-on-one time to improve her skills. She’d finally found a concrete direction and she marveled at how she’d settled. She remembered how she loved to fight, how she’d been so eager at the thought when Rasu had first spoken with her. Now she’d realized her true calling, realized her connection to the Force and how good it felt to be wrapped in its embrace, to be blessed with its calling. It was a gift she had been given to be able to feel something so beautiful and she was intent to learn how to use it to the best of her abilities. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Not only that, but she’d come to adore her Master. She had been a nervous, unsure youngling when she’d first met the Shi’ido and she’d never forgotten the kindness the green-skinned woman had shown. She was a Master that pushed, that encouraged, that could be stern when it was required, but could make the Togruta laugh just as easily. Asaak hoped that one day she could guide her own Padawan with the same gentle, encouraging hand. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]But before they could get down to the business of what Rasu would share with her that day, Asaak had questions. The trip back home once she’d been rescued from her torture had been hellish. She looked down at the fingers of her right hand where fingernails had just recently grown back out. Every movement had been an insult as she healed, a reminder of how stupid she’d been to allow herself to get in to such a mess. The scars covering her abdomen and all the damage instilled were a constant reminder and she feared that it meant she wasn’t fit to bear her gift – she worried she had done something wrong. She was ashamed. And the things Nemene had said of the Sith…she needed Rasu’s guidance to reach her peace of mind. She couldn’t stand having the questions in the back of her mind, not when she had the promise of the Silver Jedi in front of her.[/SIZE]