Private A Big Whale and a Little Dragon

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol leaned back a little as he waited in the training room. He'd offered to help train a young Padawan who had, somehow, seemed to slip through the cracks more than once. She learned still sure, but he hoped that he could actually help her learn a thing or two that she hadn't yet. His start though was going to be some lightsaber combat against a... far larger opponent. This was more than saber training for the master though. He wanted to get a feel for what Milla was like, and for how far her training had already gone. It may have seemed a bit strange, but he just wanted to make sure she had been up to date on her training. Plus, he'd never seen a species like her before, so he hoped she'd show him some of what her kind could do.

He would sigh a little at the thought. It had honestly been too long since he took part in this kind of training. Hopefully he'd actually be up to it.

Milla Caranthyr

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla could easily say that she had learned quite a few things during her time at Silvers Rest. Mostly from what she had picked up here and there, or from the classes she would sometimes attend. Her training wasn't very formal, honestly she did her own thing for the most part. Sure a caret would try to usher her here or make her wear shoes there, but she seemed to remain almost completely under the radar as far as Masters went. That was until she was called by name to the training rooms by Master Or'Fol Moric .

She arrived at the training as scheduled. Her bare feet making no sound as she slipped into the room. Spotting said Master she was supposed to meet wasn't a challenge. He was big, much bigger than her. Milla felt small just a the sight of him, well...smaller, even her force signature seemingly vanished all together as she pulled it within. Like a shadow, she slipped up next to the large Jedi. "Master Or'Fol?"

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or’Fol smiles at the little Padawan as she walked up. She seemed to be almost smaller as she walked up. Maybe he wasn’t the best option, but if none of the other Masters had taken time, someone had to. He would look at Milla with his usual smile, and spoke gently.

“Padawan Milla. Thank you for taking up the offer of helping with your training. You seem nervous. Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He chuckled a little before continuing. “So, how much lightsaber training have you had in the past?”

Milla Caranthyr

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla looked up at the large Jedi. She gave a hesitant smile at his comment. Then arched and eyebrow when he asked about her skill with a lightsaber. "I've had some training. Mostly from classes and what I've learned on my own."

Or'Fol Moric

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol smiled at Milla when she answered honestly. "Good. Would you mind a little spar with what you know now, just so I can see what you know?" This was two fold. One was to learn how the small Padawan fought, and to see how she reacted to the offer.

Milla Caranthyr

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

She eyed up the Master for a moment. Milla has always been suspicious of people she didn't know, even at the temple. Living on the streets of Nar Kreeta had definitely ingrained that behavior. Or'Fol may have stated what he wanted, but Milla wondered about the main reason behind it. "Okay."

Or'Fol Moric

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or’Fol nodded, pulling out some training sabers before handing Milla one. He stayed very calm, looking at Milla.

“Ok, Padawan Milla. Let’s see what you’ve learned thus far.” He would then bring his saber to a guarded stance, gripping it in a single hand.

Milla Caranthyr