Fresh faced.

[Camilla Ray Jean]

Maybe it was because she had not faced a real foe, or been in a real battle, but Camilla found the hum of a lightsaber soothing. How the blue blade cut through the air, offering almost no resistance. The practice lightsaber wasn't as elegant and awe inspiring as the real thing, but it would do just fine for her training.

Taking place in a quiet corner of the training room, Camilla kept her eyes on her feet as she focused on mimicking the steps that made Form I. Hands tight on the hilt, her brows furrowed in concentration, she began stepping through the first few phases of the form.

She felt she was doing well until the transition between the fourth and fifth move, her foot slipping and causing her to lean off balance. Camilla clicked her tongue, closing her eyes and standing straight again to repeat the steps. It was going to be a very long training session.

 

[Cathbodua]

[member="Camilla Ray Jean"]

There was the sound she enjoyed, the sound of new apprentices while the bodysuit clad healer crossed her arms with a look from the doorway whil leaving room for others to join as she watched closer. The girl might be new and might be only using a training blade but that was fine as her hand was on the lightwhip on her hip. Finger touching it as the secondary hilt with the artificial vine design on it. SHe moved forward keeping her attention on the only padawan in the room before raising her eyebrow. This one at least was going through the steps over just swinging her blade.

 

[Camilla Ray Jean]

Eyebrows furrowed still in deep concentration, her usually expressionless eyes were beginning to show signs of exasperation. When she missed a step she sighed, breaking her concentration long enough to notice the feeling of eyes on her. Not wanting to seem rude, she quickly turned off the practice saber and quietly approached her on looker. "Is there something I can do for you?" She asked quietly, her voice timid and controlled. She bowed in greeting. "I am Camilla Jean."

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[Cathbodua]

[member="Camilla Ray Jean"]

She was looking at the girl and moving there a little while watching the padawan. From underneath the black bodysuit. Her mask was there as she moved on to walk around the girl. "I am jedi knight Cathbodua, I am usually in charge of medical tests for new padawans." Her attention was on her though before she came in walking around. "As to what you can do for me, we shall see. I do not often come out of the sub basement medical wing for a reason."

 

[Camilla Ray Jean]

It took all of Camilla's strength not to jerk in surprise. Medical exams were not particularly her favorite activity, or health requirement. Frantically scanning her memory to see if she had missed a checkup or anything, she found nothing of note. She was in very good health. Not overly muscular at least for her her age, maybe a bit on the thin side, but healthy none the less.
Unable to hide her confusion, her brows furrowed as she stared at the knight. "Then... are you here to appraise me?" she questioned, hoping she did not speak out of her place. But really, what else could she do?

[member="Cathbodua"]

 

[Cathbodua]

[member="Camilla Ray Jean"]

"I am here to see you yes, the jedi will wish to see your skills are before you came here." She brought her hand up as the scanner was going. "However if you are going to keel over or be sick it would not be good." She remained there and lowered her hand before motioning over. "Now is there anything I should be aware of? Illnesses or trauma that is going to make you in a volatile padawan who will embrace the darkside because you're over emotional."