WelshPsych
Rawr!!!
Valae had requested that Yuroic take on a Padawan, it was practical and he needed to take one on if he was ever to achieve Master rank. Eventually, eventually. Right now he had to focus on the victim he would have to take under his wing. Asani Windsong... The name was familiar to him, he had taught the creature during his lecture on the Form, Djem So. The creature was from Kushibah, intriguing creatures however, it did strike a challenge for Yuroic. He was quite unfamiliar with smaller races like Kushiban.
Perhaps this was what Valae wanted. To test his skills and see how he could cope with a student he did not really relate to. Dressing in his casual robes, very dark brown with his worn-out cloak, he walked down the hallways of the temple. In his return to Voss, Yuroic had been seen as more outsider, this wasn't the Jedi at the temple's fault. They were attempting to be welcoming. However, Yuroic was being reluctant to return their welcomes. He had endured alot in his time away. It had changed his perception of the Force.
He lifted the hood of his cloak over his head. The cloak's holes and scorch marks were plain to see. He sat with his eyes closed and hands on his lap, settling into a meditation while he waited. Through the Force, he lifted his lightsaber and deconstructed the hilts into the individual parts. Slowly and delicately reconstructing it as he remembered the first time he ever built a lightsaber. It had been an arduous process. He was curious to see if the Kushiban had a lightsaber before a Master. He had noted that several Padawans were finding lightsabers or building their own faster than he did.
[member="Asani Windsong"]
Perhaps this was what Valae wanted. To test his skills and see how he could cope with a student he did not really relate to. Dressing in his casual robes, very dark brown with his worn-out cloak, he walked down the hallways of the temple. In his return to Voss, Yuroic had been seen as more outsider, this wasn't the Jedi at the temple's fault. They were attempting to be welcoming. However, Yuroic was being reluctant to return their welcomes. He had endured alot in his time away. It had changed his perception of the Force.
He lifted the hood of his cloak over his head. The cloak's holes and scorch marks were plain to see. He sat with his eyes closed and hands on his lap, settling into a meditation while he waited. Through the Force, he lifted his lightsaber and deconstructed the hilts into the individual parts. Slowly and delicately reconstructing it as he remembered the first time he ever built a lightsaber. It had been an arduous process. He was curious to see if the Kushiban had a lightsaber before a Master. He had noted that several Padawans were finding lightsabers or building their own faster than he did.
[member="Asani Windsong"]