Obroa-skai
Jedi Academy Ruins
He closed his eyes after a moment, thinking it may help him focus better on the mechanisms inside the door. Ironically, there was something about
seeing that made Cailen loose sight of what he aimed to accomplish. But with that out of the way, he was beginning to sense the puzzle’s solution.
Cailen moved his hand, as if nudging something over in the air beside him. He moved it down, then over again, and an audible
click came from inside the door. His lips curled into a smile, but fell back into a flat line straight away; He didn’t want to let the first success throw off his focus. “
Overconfidence,” Master Mishel once warned him, “
is often the first step in a series of failures.”
The Padawan put her advice into practice now, focusing on the next pin. This one was trickier, he could tell already. Something about the way it rested revealed there was more than simple telekinesis required to drop it into place. This one seemed… empty. Like a vessel, eager to be filled. But with what? Water?
Blood? No…
“
Heheh,” the boy mused quietly, imagining that it was thirsty for Valery’s hot chocolate. Cailen shook the thought away, focusing on what the pin required. He tried to imagine it inside the stone, envisioning a little copper cylinder with a hollow center.
And then, it budged. Only a little, but Cailen felt his muscles tense with surprise at the movement.
Was it his Force energy? Not
his specifically, but the natural energies of a Jedi? The pin slid a bit more as he considered it, answering his question. Cailen held his hand steady, imbuing it with himself in a more conservative version of what he did when he created his amulet. He could feel it considering him, deciding if he was satisfactory or not, before ultimately sliding out of place and following the boy’s guidance all the way to its slot.
It clicked, leaving one final pin to be set.
Cailen found this one nearly instantly, if only because it felt frozen to the core. The pin could have been made of solid, living ice for all he knew - it was an
extreme rarity for the Padawan to sense temperature through the Force. He tried giving it a budge, but the frozen pin refused to move.
“
Hmm,” the boy sounded.
“
I’m not sure about this one,” he told the Masters behind him. His eyes remained closed, hand still stretched toward the door; He didn’t want to lose sight of it.
“
It’s cold. I think maybe it’s frozen,” Cailen explained.