Mother of Pearl
The festive tents set up on the Ossus grounds were enough to put Joza in decent spirits seeing as how visually, it reminded her of a party. What Zeltron didn’t love parties? It was a good start to the day considering that she’d be teaching her specialty: Force Empathy. All Zeltrons had an innate ability to form empathetic connections with other sentients—as limited as it was, it served them well. It was a skill that Joza had employed from the very beginning of her Padawan days, learning how to use the Force to enhance it. Now, she was more than happy to pass it on.
While the woman was no stranger to being telekinetically tossed into walls or having her nose broken (ahem), she decided against teaching something potentially dangerous. Pity seeing as how she had a lot of fun shooting Padawans with blaster bolts during Force Barrier training!
Right now, however, she was a bit preoccupied. After waking up nauseous for like, the third week in a row, she debated not participating in today’s activities and staying in bed. Even the smell of food wafting from the large tent, however tantalizing, made her gag. That was, until, she forced some of it down. With something in her stomach, the nausea began to abate and the Zeltron was content once more.
Sitting cross legged in her designated tent with a plate of nuna stuffed steamed buns on her lap, Joza decided that she’d be alright just hanging out and eating these all day. Which was odd, considering that she’d never cared for nuna meat before, but now she couldn’t stop herself from indulging in a large breakfast. A certain Master Heavenshield was definitely an excellent cook!
While the woman was no stranger to being telekinetically tossed into walls or having her nose broken (ahem), she decided against teaching something potentially dangerous. Pity seeing as how she had a lot of fun shooting Padawans with blaster bolts during Force Barrier training!
Right now, however, she was a bit preoccupied. After waking up nauseous for like, the third week in a row, she debated not participating in today’s activities and staying in bed. Even the smell of food wafting from the large tent, however tantalizing, made her gag. That was, until, she forced some of it down. With something in her stomach, the nausea began to abate and the Zeltron was content once more.
Sitting cross legged in her designated tent with a plate of nuna stuffed steamed buns on her lap, Joza decided that she’d be alright just hanging out and eating these all day. Which was odd, considering that she’d never cared for nuna meat before, but now she couldn’t stop herself from indulging in a large breakfast. A certain Master Heavenshield was definitely an excellent cook!