Private A Little Wisdom

[Titi Rokari]

Titi Rokari

New Jedi Order, Master​

Activity: Accidentally making connections
Location: Coruscant
Tag: Lief

Teaching. Teaching. There was always something to be taught. Whether it was a child learning the tongue of their people from a parent or a more experienced individual showing a greenhorn how to do something, there was teaching occurring everywhere in the Galaxy. At the same time, teaching also coincided with learning. And the two were not mutually exclusive to a role, either. As Titi was discovering, there was always more for a teacher to learn and more for a learner to teach. As she walked about the Jedi-infested area of Coruscant, there was a little twinkle in her eye.

Many Padawans and Younglings were curious about the Lurmen. Many of them were human or near-human. Some were humanoid and tall, while others were far from that. But Lurmen were not commonly Jedi. Rather, most remained confined to Mygeeto or their colony established centuries ago. In addition to that, they weren't exactly of conventional stature. As she passed by, Titi could feel their stares upon her... some even following into a public space in an attempt to be sneaky. Nonetheless, she turned her head somewhat to look back at them and ask, "Ah, prudent students looking to train? Lucky for you, I can show you all a thing or two."

That drove plenty off. But by the time she arrived in the common space, Titi noticed someone already there. This wasn't a curious sort who had tailed her in an attempt to make heads or tails of a monkey-like Jedi. No, this was a Padawan (if she were to hazard a guess) attempting to hone his abilities. It seemed as though he were trying to reach out to the Force for one thing or another, but...

"Having trouble there, young man? I do not intend to be rude, of course," Titi said, "but perhaps I can help?"

 

[Lief]

They hadn't long been back on Coruscant, barely a day had passed in fact, yet the events of Erakhis and all that had happened on their way back had left him feeling strained. Kashyyyk had been a welcome reprieve from the pitstop madness they'd endured ahead of it, but even so it didn't fully shake him from the memory of not-him impaled through his mechanical form. Whether Percival Io had made it out of there with enough of his memory core in check or not to continue the pursuit he didn't know, but the stark contrast he'd held from the first time they'd met to the last time was more than a little harrowing.​

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He'd found a quiet area of the Temple within which to gather his thoughts, not the Room of a Thousand Fountains - that held only frustrating memories for the boy - but some common space or another that was quiet at this time of the day. The Temple was still undergoing reconstruction, there were only so many non-essential places to retreat to. In truth he'd struck gold that morning.​

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Lay before him was his lightsaber, battered as it appeared it had served him well enough thus far. For the past thirty or so minutes he'd been forcing himself to do the exact same task, over and over repetitiously while he cleared his mind of all that lingered within it. One hand raised, and the Force shimmered around him. Sometimes the hilt would dart straight into his hand, the way it had when he'd been under duress back at the pitstop, when it was the only thing that had mattered - to bring the crystal back home - yet more often than not the telekinetic act merely sputtered.​

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It would wobble in place, or lift a few inches before the hilt fell back down, or it would move toward him but not land in his palm.​

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Still for something he'd had to figure out for himself while in the astral plane, seeking Miri Nimdok's attention, the fact he'd even made it work properly once was something to be in awe of. For the boy at least; anyone else would likely just see a fumbling fool.​

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The presence of another entered the space ahead of him, and Eliphas ceased his attempts in order to look at her. Given that he was seated he couldn't rightly give her a full bow, but he did incline his head respectfully toward her. Oddly enough he didn't seem at all put off by her stature or her appearance; roaming the vastness of space with The Atale had made him privy to a great many number of different sentient species out there, after all.​

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"Hello, Master," he greeted calmly, "Is it really so obvious?" A slightly pink hue entered his cheeks then, but he smiled bashfully rather than recoiling or becoming defensive. "I'm never one to turn away guidance... I've been trying to learn the basics of telekinesis. I've managed once or twice before, during times of strife, but I... I think I get too caught up in all the details otherwise."​

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Starlin certainly thought he got caught up in all the details, at least. ​

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Titi Rokari ​