Scar-Faced Hag
Cora glanced to the board behind her, electing not to erase the material just yet. A class on the importance of building interpersonal relationships among the Jedi, and with those they were meant to work with would never be the most interesting lesson. Still, it was one that had been deemed necessary. Some Jedi were quicker to brandish their sabers than they were to use their words.
Both had their merit, and the trick lied in knowing when to use which.
Seated at her desk, Cora idly flipped through a tome at the top of her stack. She'd paraphrased the words of an ancient Jedi philosopher during the lecture, but was now wondering if she'd misquoted them.
Zaiya Ceti Mahsa