It was a few days later that Verie first got back into the training room. There was something off about it, Verie thought, something wasn't quite right. Perhaps it was the new location, or the fact that she was out of practice. She settled in to meditate and found her focus being pulled -- a sensation that she hadn't dealt with since the early days of her training. It felt strange, but oddly nostalgic. She decided to pull apart the distraction in her mind, to figure out just what it was that had her on edge.
Once she sat and expanded her view of the Force, it became rather apparent at first. The comfortable, the familiar, the standard number of meditation stones was not present. In fact there was one additional stone. Verie's eyes snapped open and she followed the Force to the stone. It looked, to her, like all the other stones. But it was definitely new; in the Force it was another thing altogether. She sat cross-legged in front of it, her dark eyes studying it for a few more moments before she closed them and once again immersed herself in the cool, refreshing river that was the Force.
Her assignments, upon first training under [member="Dissero"], had been to meditate on the stones, to decipher the signals they poured into the Force. Some -- like life, and love -- had come easier, while she had struggled to connect with darkness and death. She would, as it turned out, make a terrible Sith, despite the man who had trained her. This stone took some puzzling. There was something positive about it -- but fragile. Something that could dissolve with the slightest misstep. Something built over time and ruined in moments. It hovered beyond her reach, and an hour later she was still consumed by it. When she had determined that further analysis today would be fruitless, she stood and went in search of Merovign, a hand under her swollen midsection as it led the way, seemingly meters in front of the rest of her.
