Mago Leomax
Blindfold
Mago's heart pounded in his chest. He hardly felt his feet on the floor as he walked away from the Jedi Council room.
Another Master. His fourth. The war was over, so the streak of dead masters should stop, right? She wouldn't end up like them because she was stuck with him? Because she was stuck with him. He was assigned to her, not chosen by her. He could hardly use his lightsaber when Padawans his age were already mastering the basics. His connection to the Force was good but he hardly had any experience with the wider galaxy, all his knowledge obtained through the lectures and youngling trainings he still attended and the Jedi Library. He had a good reputation with both the youngling trainers and the librarians, he visited so much. With his training at a standstill the past few years he had made it a goal of his to read every text in the library. Made good headway too, as he had read the entire A-D collection available to padawans, and kept up with any new additions.
But now a master, to really get his training moving.
Did she even like him? Did she think he was weird because of his blindfold and how he saw? She probably thought that he was a burden or a lost cause with his past. He wondered, as he walked next to her, what she did wrong to get assigned him of all the padawans.
Iris Arani