Can you fix a Broken Gate? Repaint it? (NJO / Jedi)

[Azurine Varek]

Like The Rolling Waves

Outfit: Clothing | Robe | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Fists/The Force

Azzie smirked as Zaiya redirected the energy of her strike with a fluid grace that spoke volumes of her understanding and dedication. She's totally got this, she thought, her sharp eyes catching the subtle feint in Zaiya's counterattack. It wasn’t meant to land, but rather to disrupt Azzie’s rhythm.

Smart. That kind of quick thinking was something that would save her life in dire situations, what was for sure.

As Zaiya's feint jab came toward her midsection, Azzie shifted her weight, twisting her torso to narrowly avoid the strike without retreating. Her feet slid slightly on the training mat as she grounded herself, absorbing the force of her redirection with her knees bent for stability. It was a solid hit, a great one, bringing a spark of excitement to her eyes.

With that, she took a quick step backward and held her hand out to the Lovalla padawan for a good-natured shake. "Brilliant work! After we're done here, we should go get some coffee or something if you're up for it." She flashed a bright grin. She left the offer out there, hoping that she might be willing to accept but fully understanding if she didn't. One of her go-to methods of getting to know someone was through exchanging blows, even if those blows were only in training rather than an actual spar setting. In that regard, she felt like she knew so much more about the other than she had before, which in and of itself was enough for her.

Zaiya Ceti​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Azurine Varek

Zaiya's breath came quick as she danced back on her heels, the rush of sparring still buzzing in her limbs. She hadn't expected Azzie to praise her, let alone with such an easy grin, and her skin responded before she could help it, rippling with hues of turquoise and teal over her rosy gold complexion. She quickly wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her grin widening to match Azzie's.

"Thanks!" she said, her voice carrying a note of exhilaration. She felt the weight of Azzie's compliment settle somewhere warm and proud in her chest. Sure, it wasn't a duel for the ages, but for Zaiya, it was proof that her effort in training wasn't going unnoticed.

And maybe -- just maybe -- it was a step toward being able to hold her own against someone as skilled as Azzie someday. That tiny flicker of envy nestled in her heart wasn't gone, but for the moment, it felt more like motivation than a burden.

When Azzie mentioned caf , Zaiya's grin softened into something lighter. "Oh, I don't drink caf," she admitted, rolling her shoulders as she caught her breath. "But snacks? I'm definitely in for that."

It felt like an olive branch, and Zaiya was all too happy to take it.

Whatever odd mix of feelings she was still sorting out about Azzie could wait. Right now, the Lovalla's nature, bright, friendly, and always ready to connect, won out.

She took Azzie's offered hand for a quick shake, her touch firm and genuine.

"Let's finish up with the droids first and then do the rest of the training. Then maybe we can celebrate properly, with food." Her eyes sparkled with playful determination, a flicker of soft gold rippling along her spots.

Even if she didn't quite know where Azzie fit into her world yet, Zaiya wasn't about to shy away from figuring it out. Especially not over something as simple and as comforting as snacks.