Celiana
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Celiana sank to the floor once again legs crossed underneath her. Opening herself to The Force she reached out with tendrils of thought and felt the room around her. There were the softballs scattered about, her Master's heartbeat and breathing, and interestingly enough a glaring red of mismatched code in the program. As she felt the softballs in her mind's eye.
That isn't going to be a problem for much longer. Reaching out with her mind Celiana looked through the code and located the segments that had been mismatched. Then speaking to her Master. "Master, there are several segments of code in the program that were mismatched. Switch those code segments around in the reverse order and you should have the problem fixed."
Hoping she hadn't come across as mouthy Celiana also hoped that she hadn't earned herself more laps. She'd seen a problem in the code and her Master had commented on it so she hoped it was seen as trying to be helpful.
Focusing her mind back on the balls around the mats Celiana reached out with several tendrils of thought pinpointing where the balls sat. There was one by her Master's right foot and two sitting 5 feet in front of her and off to the side.
Quoting a book she'd read long ago in a sing song voice Celiana said, "I do not love the bright sword for it's sharpness, nor the arrow for it's swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."
Then reaching out she started lifting the ball that sat by her Master's right foot up to a foot height. Moving out with other tendrils of thought she plucked up the two balls that sat five feet from her and moved them with her mind to match the height of the first ball. Envisioning the balls forming into a loose triangle she started rotating them in a circle counter-clockwise. Sweat forming on her brow this was definitely a workout in more than just a mental sense. She hoped she was doing well but time would tell she supposed. She hadn't heard a stop from her Master yet so she started reaching out to pluck more of the balls up off the mats. And simply sat there as she did.
[member="Karen Roberts"]
That isn't going to be a problem for much longer. Reaching out with her mind Celiana looked through the code and located the segments that had been mismatched. Then speaking to her Master. "Master, there are several segments of code in the program that were mismatched. Switch those code segments around in the reverse order and you should have the problem fixed."
Hoping she hadn't come across as mouthy Celiana also hoped that she hadn't earned herself more laps. She'd seen a problem in the code and her Master had commented on it so she hoped it was seen as trying to be helpful.
Focusing her mind back on the balls around the mats Celiana reached out with several tendrils of thought pinpointing where the balls sat. There was one by her Master's right foot and two sitting 5 feet in front of her and off to the side.
Quoting a book she'd read long ago in a sing song voice Celiana said, "I do not love the bright sword for it's sharpness, nor the arrow for it's swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."
Then reaching out she started lifting the ball that sat by her Master's right foot up to a foot height. Moving out with other tendrils of thought she plucked up the two balls that sat five feet from her and moved them with her mind to match the height of the first ball. Envisioning the balls forming into a loose triangle she started rotating them in a circle counter-clockwise. Sweat forming on her brow this was definitely a workout in more than just a mental sense. She hoped she was doing well but time would tell she supposed. She hadn't heard a stop from her Master yet so she started reaching out to pluck more of the balls up off the mats. And simply sat there as she did.
[member="Karen Roberts"]