Character
Vayl's body moved with grace and precision as he practiced acrobatics in the Jedi training grounds. His every motion seemed to defy gravity, but in truth it's just years of built up training that allowed him to move around with such a grace that seemed second nature to the man. With a powerful leap, Vayl soared through the air, limbs outstretched like a bird in flight. They flipped and twirled, executing a series of intricate maneuvers with astonishing fluidity. Their movements were as effortless as a dancer, each step purposeful and deliberate. As he spun through the air, their robes billowed around them like ethereal wings, catching the light and adding a touch of theatricality to his performance. Vayl's eyes gleamed with determination, their focus unwavering despite the complexity of the acrobatic routine.
All well and good, until that one foot tried to land on a narrow ledge, resulting in a slip and fall to the ground. A hand pressed onto the ground, blocking some of the impact that would've been hard but nonetheless, his body slammed down on it's side. He took a few seconds to catch his breathe until he got back up again, patting down on his robes. "Oof. Goddamnit. I can never seem to get that one down." when he's starting and during a routine? As far as he knows, he's perfect. It's when the routine starts to reach it's end that he messes up sometimes. Over time, he's practiced consistently to try and nip it, but now it's just annoying.
Deciding to pick the nearest padawan as his target for the training routine, he made sure to grab their attention with a wave before walking over. "Hey! Mind helping me with this? I just need someone to yell at me or keep a track on me while I practice my acrobatics. I'll uh... shout you a dinner sometime. Or a lunch. Whatever you prefer."