Srihina took the words of encouragement and turned them over in her mind like shiny baubles. Her head tilted to one side, considering.
Her Master believed in her, knew she would do better. She couldn't disappoint her Master. So she would do better.
Breathe in, breathe out. Srihina returned to the calm center she'd found and waited. Relax. Breathe. Let the Force flow through you. She wondered if meditating was easier now because of the Pavilion or because Corvus was here. The thought scuffed across her inner horizon and drifted off, acknowledged but deemed unimportant. Shields. Shields were important.
She didn't need help; she needed practice.
The tingling feeling was swift to arrive this time. She welcomed it, took an immeasurable moment to familiarize herself with its intricacies, revel briefly in the tiny success. The first attempt at stretching the shields caused it to collapse. A minute pursing of the lips accompanied this, followed by the renewal of efforts. Trust and believe. Again. She imagined the Force around her like pale blue fog, and "blew" against it as one would blow a bubble with slow deliberate care. Her perception widened and she felt the barrier form. Better.
Trust and believe.
The more she tried, played with expanding and contracting the shields, the easier it became. So determined to learn this skill right now, she expended all her energy, and then her reserves. The more she gave of herself, the more she drew on the Force. It did flow through her, shaped its own currents, giving form to the barrier. Distantly, Srihina observed the soft curve of her newest shield, overlapping lotus petals protecting her as she drifted on the Force's placid surface, through half-lidded eyes.
She didn't even know when she'd opened her eyes. But it was a pretty shield.
That was her last coherent thought before she passed out.
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