OBJECTIVE ONE / BYOOISH - Learn more about Nautolans and their methods of communication and some neat underwater Force techniques
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"Ugh, for the love of -- " Zaiya burst out, her frustration rippling across her skin in a pulsing shimmer of silvery lavender, edged with hints of the rose-golden hue beneath. She couldn't help it; the emotions just spilled out, her skin reacting faster than she could rein them in.
Bek Ro, the Rodian Padawan sitting a few meters away, swiveled his green head toward her, his black beady eyes narrowing with irritation.
"Would you please stop doing that? It's breaking my concentration," Bek snapped, his voice edged with the same annoyance Zaiya felt. His outburst drew the attention of Master Vis, who was overseeing their training session.
Zaiya's face flared even hotter, her mottled spots glowing a mortified coral.
"I'm sorry... sorry... I --" She stammered, hands raised in a gesture of apology just as Master Vis approached them.
"Everything alright?" the Nautolan Jedi Master asked, his wide, dark eyes swirling with calm concern as he regarded them both.
"Yes, I'm just... struggling. I'm sorry, Master Vis," Zaiya mumbled, offering a small, apologetic bow. Meanwhile, Bek shifted
further away from her, clearly intent on keeping his distance. Zaiya noticed and only turned a brighter pink as she straightened from her bow, trying not to feel even more embarrassed.
Master Vis studied her for a moment, his expression gentle
. "You have much on your mind, young one. How about you try and meditate a bit? Take a breath, regroup, and try again."
He wasn't wrong.
Zaiya sighed, but nodded respectfully, bowing once more.
"Yes, Master."
Meditation. She was used to this by now, but that didn't make it any easier. Closing her eyes, Zaiya focused on tuning out her racing thoughts. She imagined each worry locked away in a little jeweled box -- her fears about Aris in one, her concerns about training in another, and so on, until the intruding thoughts that nagged at her mind were shut away, at least for the moment.
Gradually, she turned her attention to the gentle sounds around her -- the call of sea birds, the soft brush of the wind against her skin. She felt herself start to calm down, her breathing slowing as she found a bit of peace. The chaotic display of colors on her skin faded, replaced by her usual rosy golden tone, with soft blue mottled spots that shimmered in the sunlight like jeweled scales.
Okay. Let's try again.
Focusing her mind, Zaiya extended her hands and summoned the Force. Slowly, she began to form a bubble of energy between her palms, concentrating hard on maintaining its shape. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. When Master Vis finally said,
"Good, well done. Keep practicing like that and move on to the next step," Zaiya opened her eyes and smiled. The joy of her small success rippled across her skin, a faint, delighted shimmer.
It was just a small bubble, but it was progress. And for now, that was enough.