RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: Silver Jedi Campus, Voss, The Great Hall
She was not one to easily teach, but part of her trials demanded just that. As a request from one of the senior Knights in the Silver Circle, she had been tasked out to teach a workshop. The lightsaber, front to back.
She was standing in the Great hall, behind a wooden podium, waiting fro would be students to arrive. though she had constructed her own saber as of late, she had studied throughout the month, immersing herself in the knowledge and lore of the ancient weapon. She was here to teach.
She rolled her eyes and clicked her finers on the wooden podium, admiring the architecture of the place. It was long and rectangular, held up by columns of marble and wood. Vines encrusted those columns and the tables were rough shod and laid out around a long singular hearth that ran down the center.
It burned with Silver flame, lit and fuelled by the force. Not too flashy, but not too modest. Balanced like the Silvers.
She grinned then as younglings filtered in. Now she would have a chance to prove her worth, and possibly make her next step to knighthood.
"Welcome younglings, please take your seats."
"Yes Master Trask."
She chuckled, straightening out her tan cloak over her white and blue pin stripped blouse.
"Please, just call me Miss Trask. I am no Master yet."
She was not one to easily teach, but part of her trials demanded just that. As a request from one of the senior Knights in the Silver Circle, she had been tasked out to teach a workshop. The lightsaber, front to back.
She was standing in the Great hall, behind a wooden podium, waiting fro would be students to arrive. though she had constructed her own saber as of late, she had studied throughout the month, immersing herself in the knowledge and lore of the ancient weapon. She was here to teach.
Know your lore, her Master had chided her.
She rolled her eyes and clicked her finers on the wooden podium, admiring the architecture of the place. It was long and rectangular, held up by columns of marble and wood. Vines encrusted those columns and the tables were rough shod and laid out around a long singular hearth that ran down the center.
It burned with Silver flame, lit and fuelled by the force. Not too flashy, but not too modest. Balanced like the Silvers.
She grinned then as younglings filtered in. Now she would have a chance to prove her worth, and possibly make her next step to knighthood.
"Welcome younglings, please take your seats."
"Yes Master Trask."
She chuckled, straightening out her tan cloak over her white and blue pin stripped blouse.
"Please, just call me Miss Trask. I am no Master yet."