Worst Jedi
She'd sworn she wasn't going to cry, that she'd keep it together through the ceremony at least but...that wasn't happening, not really. The girl looked out over the crowd of faces staring at the stage, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her lower lip as she clenched her hands at her side, nails digging into her palms.
The thrum of lightsabers as Josh told them to turn was a familiar sound, especially in this place. She could still remember her first lightsaber lesson at the temple, a simple lesson in Djem So. Asaraa let the corner of her lips curl up as the memories washed over her, all the good time she'd had here. Sneaking away with the other Padawans to the waterfall, suffering through Jerit's cooking. It was in this very hall that she'd had her first taste of alcohol, getting drunk in the corner there.
It was just coming down those stairs she'd seen Kashyyyk attacked not once but twice, seen the Silver Jedi deploy to protect their allies, both successfully and unsuccessfully. It had been the site of jubilation and sadness, seeing a friend fall, finding new friends who buoyed her up. The girl reached out to the force, just touching the energy around them, the faintest taste of it as she saw ghosts stretching out past the hall. Friends past, heroes she'd never met, friends hwo couldn't make it. a sea of people she'd met, people who had changed her life. Jedi, even sith, a small knot of them standing at the centre of the sea. Foremost amongst them an orange-skinned Togruta, tattoos maring her flesh, a cold blue light dancing in her eyes as she nodded at the Jedi on the stage.
And then the thrum of a lightsaber behind her, the feeling of hair falling away, a weight lifting, a new weight settling, vista of the future swirling before her.
"From Togruta to here," she replied to Dusaro, glancing over at her fellow Jedi Knight, "I mean, there might be a few things I would...nah whom I kidding I wouldn't be me without all of this. But...hopefully, it gets a little easier from here."
[member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
The thrum of lightsabers as Josh told them to turn was a familiar sound, especially in this place. She could still remember her first lightsaber lesson at the temple, a simple lesson in Djem So. Asaraa let the corner of her lips curl up as the memories washed over her, all the good time she'd had here. Sneaking away with the other Padawans to the waterfall, suffering through Jerit's cooking. It was in this very hall that she'd had her first taste of alcohol, getting drunk in the corner there.
It was just coming down those stairs she'd seen Kashyyyk attacked not once but twice, seen the Silver Jedi deploy to protect their allies, both successfully and unsuccessfully. It had been the site of jubilation and sadness, seeing a friend fall, finding new friends who buoyed her up. The girl reached out to the force, just touching the energy around them, the faintest taste of it as she saw ghosts stretching out past the hall. Friends past, heroes she'd never met, friends hwo couldn't make it. a sea of people she'd met, people who had changed her life. Jedi, even sith, a small knot of them standing at the centre of the sea. Foremost amongst them an orange-skinned Togruta, tattoos maring her flesh, a cold blue light dancing in her eyes as she nodded at the Jedi on the stage.
And then the thrum of a lightsaber behind her, the feeling of hair falling away, a weight lifting, a new weight settling, vista of the future swirling before her.
"From Togruta to here," she replied to Dusaro, glancing over at her fellow Jedi Knight, "I mean, there might be a few things I would...nah whom I kidding I wouldn't be me without all of this. But...hopefully, it gets a little easier from here."
[member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]