♪ Unhinged - Mike Lazarev ♪
She'd been told about Ilum by her father: how padawans had been taken there in the long past, how he himself had been taken there as a young man by his own master, and that it was a source of the crystals that gave their lightsabers shape and colour.
A source... yes, there had been others, but Ilum was the tradition, and continually bountiful. Standing amongst the other padawans, she felt
just the slightest chill underneath her layers (
was it colder here than Atrisia?), and was watching her breath come out in visible puffs as Master Noble and Knight Kaze spoke on the details of their mission, the dangers, the pitfalls, the possibilities -
intel - but after the sparse facts were laid out, her eyes started to wander, taking in the faces, some of them a little more familiar after the sparring event earlier in the week.
She could feel the current of their emotions keenly, as they reckoned with the little information they'd been given. All this meant is they'd have to keep their eyes and ears open, and be aware. Not knowing didn't mean never knowing, but their hesitance was starting to rub against her want to find answers, to know... and it seemed she wasn't the only one, as her eyes landed on
Gabriel Pryce
slinking off to get a head start. Watching him like he was the only thing in that moment, her brow furrowing, lower lip nipped at, fingers drumming on the hilt of her blade as she considered - for half a moment - that he
just might have a screw loose trying to sneak off unseen with what she guessed was only a practise lightsaber... and she stepped away from where she'd been rooted in place, taking swift, ice-familiar steps to catch up to the younger padawan.
"Hey!" She said sharply as her light, gentle voice could muster, slipping up beside him, then in front of him,
"hey, stop," she held out her gloved palms against his advance,
"think for a moment about what you're doing," she urged,
"Gabriel, yes?" She smiled a little. She'd remembered the name of a new face, for once.
"I'm itching to get going as much as you are, but..." Daisy glanced past him at the group, then back to Gabe,
"...I'd hate to lose anyone in the process, when we haven't gotten a chance to get to know each other that well, yet."
She dropped her hands, folding them in front of her, her smile fading towards a frown, her brow creasing.
"That would be... so sad."