Quiet please

[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel often frequented the Library Monolith. It was Constructed for the Jedi Order based on the Crucible stations and Exis station and her Master – Matsu Ike was the primary reason it was here. Or anywhere for that matter. She’d overseen Sasori's construction of what ought to be a static space station – yet was capable of hyperspace flight. So it travelled from planet to planet as needs dictated, and whenever possible, Sorel would visit.

There was always a good reason. Knowledge was primary. Either records or for access to computers that would decode or analyse data.

And simulation was another reason. It could replicate many different places and environments and so you could give a Padawan a lot of relevant experience without the need to travel. And there were all of the galleries, dedicated to former Jedi – both recent and ancient – with many artefacts on display. Sorel loved to simply browse and gaze at her favourites or learn about a new Master from another time.

And the added bonus was the opportunity to simply bump into a Jedi you hadn’t met for some time, or a new one, recently joined the Order.

Today she was visiting the vast library on offer – the one that gave the station its name. She was researching saber crystals – one of her favourite subjects – and wanted to see what information was available that she had not already read.

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

Ery'lyn Ashaal gaped at the massive library spread before her. She'd seen libraries of vast sizes before but this one...this one dwarfed them all. She wasn't sure whether her hunt should begin in the galleries of the former Jedi Masters or in the stacks themselves. The Togruta dropped her satchel full of manuscripts, most on healing and history, on the nearest table and disappeared into one of stacks.

Her fingers and eyes trailed over the vast array of tomes, hunting for anything that might shed light on lightsaber combat and the Togruta influence on the Jedi Council, past or present. She paused at a collection of seven books, artfully bound and thick of pages. Book of Practical Lightsaber Technique by Jedi Master Vo'ren Faalo. A triumphant grin lit her face and she couldn't resist a loud "A ha!"

Grabbing the first tome, she sank down onto the floor and dove into the tome, unhindered by the possibility of other library goers.

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[Sorel Crieff]

The library was busy – it always was – but given its vast size, it took a lot of Jedi to be present to make it appear busy. And today was one of those days.

Sorel was no book-worm. She studied to learn something specific, that was her way. She knew of Jedi that spent their lives in here – librarians in the making no doubt. But she was too active to stay put to learn anything that was not of specific use.

In fact, many Jedi researched here before embarking on a mission. She preferred to have data sent to her ship, where she could analyse it en route. Not that she had anything against scholars – it was just that she wasn’t one. She knew what she knew and she was knowledgeable about what she needed to know. But ask what year a given war began…or ended…or who fought it, and she was lost. But talk saber Forms, or droids, or crystals or a select few Jedi Masters? Then she was very well-informed indeed.

Returning to the desk she had reserved for her studies with a set of flimsies about the potential location of crystals known as Kenobi’s Legacy. As she did, she noticed a young Togruta sat on the floor, clearly oblivious to other users of the library. Sorel smiled and was about to carefully walk past her when she noted what the young Jedi was reading.

“I’d recommend learning his Cadences,” she offered conversationally. “Not only good for honing your telekinesis skills but a great way to pass the time on long voyages.” And then she bowed. “I’m Sorel by the way.”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

Ery'lyn did not know how long she sat there. She didn't know how many Jedi had passed by unnoticed and unheaded. She was deeply engrossed in Master Faalo's description of lightsaber technique and handling. Her hands automatically gripped the invisible handle of a non-existent saber and traced the imagined path of a series of blocks.

Her arms felt stiff and choppy with each motion, she'd never been one for the physical arts. Unlike her sister. She was the academic of the family. She stopped feigning the blocks and parries described and continued on, eyes just lighting on the first cadence described- manipulation the metal bearings on top of candles. She was having the hardest time even visualizing how such a task would be accomplished when a voice and the presence of another interrupted her reverie.

"I’d recommend learning his Cadences, not only good for honing your telekinesis skills but a great way to pass the time on long voyages. I’m Sorel by the way.”

The Togruta glanced up at the woman before her. The woman was tall - at least from Ery's current vantage point- and slim, an obvious grace to her. Ery'lyn smiled and started to offer a half bow from her seated position before realizing it would be more polite to stand. In her rush to get to her feet, the volume tumbled to the floor in a lump of spread pages. "Holy sith....I'm-" The girl bent to retrieve the book before any major damage could be done. "Ery'lyn. Ery'lyn Ashaal." She clutched the book to her chest and offered her own bow.

She straightened and realized the woman was around her own height. "I'll have to take your recommendation, although I'll admit that the first cadence sounds a bit...ridiculous." She glanced at the offending book a bit incredulously.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel supressed a smile as the seated figure attempted a bow. In the Padawan’s rush to stand to rectify the situation, the book on her lap went tumbling. It was always this way – one minor issue cascaded into a second and before you knew it, you were apologising for half a dozen things and it felt like a position you couldn’t recover from.

Sorel was about to step in and halt the waterfall of embarrassment when the Padawan managed to correct things all by herself. Sorel smiled approvingly – and ignored the Sith reference.

“Well met Ery'lyn. And on paper, they all sound ridiculous and are, you will find, significantly challenging at the outset. It must have taken me a good six months to progress through them all – and that was with daily practise. But it was time well invested. Which of course any Force ability is. But like meditation, which is too often overlooked, it is a building block for so many advanced techniques.”

Hoping she’d put the Padawan at ease, she ventured a question. “Tell me, which aspects of your learning do you find most fulfilling and which do you find most challenging?” There was, as ever, a point to the question – but Sorel would not reveal it until the answer was forthcoming. In the back of her mind, Sorel realised she was turning into one of those inscrutable Jedi Masters – the ones that were so annoying when she was a Padawan.

But now, with the benefit of experience, she understood why.

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

The padawan appreciated the Jedi's frankness. Knowing the cadences seemed absurd and were useful for more than just testing the temperament of new padawans, meant the girl was much more likely to try them on her own. Even the fact that they had taken quite a bit of time for someone experienced to master was a relief. It was taking her longer than she'd like to pick up even some of the more basic aspects of using the force to heal and it infuriated her. She wanted to be faster, stronger, better. Despite knowing it took time o master such skills...well, it was hard to pit logic against feeling. She was trying her best to stay confident and optimistic, but at times it was a difficult endeavor.

“Tell me, which aspects of your learning do you find most fulfilling and which do you find most challenging?”

Ery'lyn tilted her head slightly, thinking. Her training had not progressed far enough to say for certain, but the welts on her arms and torso made evident which part was the most challenging. She grimaced at the reminder and responded. "The physical training is definitely the most....challenging." Her hand strayed to one particularly painful spot on her right arm. "I enjoy book learning, so the library access is definitely nice." She smiled down at the book in her hands.

Straightening up a little more, her expression hardened, became less lighthearted and more serious. "I want to be able to heal. I want to be able to help beyond just knowing things. I want...I need to do more." Ery smiled ruefully at how naïve she must sound. Everyone wanted to be more than they were, that was what lead many down the same path she was taking. Sometimes, such need even lead down a darker path.

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[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel knew the question would be a challenge. Not just that it required an honest appraisal and sharing of a potential weakness but that it was not always obvious to the learner what was a lesson you did not enjoy versus one that you struggled with. Often they overlapped but not always.

Sorel nodded at the response. It was not a typical reply and as a result it was most likely the honest response. And given they’d never met before, it was entirely brave of the young Padawan to share.

“Healing is a calling. Often underestimated and rarely mastered. Why? Because too often a Jedi wants to be a master of all trades. Not even a jack. Which is not possible. Why? Because there is only so much time in the day. And because although the Force is infinite, a Jedi’s ability to call on it is not. It grows over time for sure – and the power to be called upon also increases. But it is still constrained. And learning too many techniques is a recipe for practising too few and being poor at too many.”

“Yes, a Jedi needs some basic abilities. Telekinesis, using a saber, push, pull, that sort of thing. But to be a truly useful Healer, you will need to forego the ones that appear interesting but that are in truth distracting. Tell me, how are your studies going and are there any abilities that you need extra tuition in?”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

Ery'lyn set the volume in her hand back on its shelf and glanced at the rest of the series with a mixture of longing and reluctance. Her training with Master Cathbodua was progressing. Slowly, but it was progressing. The woman was cold and unflinching, but not to the extent of being mean or cruel. It was a miracle they got along, but the Togruta was desperate to learn and she'd been assured that the master was the best.

But for all her skills in teaching healing and using the force to strengthen her own endurance and skills, the padawan knew she'd have to learn how to use a saber. To defend, to protect, even to fight when needed. If she didn't, the girl would be a sitting duck for the first Sith acolyte to stroll by. Her expression darkened at the thought of the Sith, but she pushed her anger aside. There were no darksiders here, no sense dwelling on the inevitable.

"We've been working....Master Cathbodua and I, have been working on using the force to strengthen my endurance. So I can heal effectively. But...I haven't worked up the nerve to ask about combat." She touched the bruise on her upper arm and frowned. "I have a feeling I'd just disappoint her if I tried. It's why I'm studying..." She motioned to the books she'd been reading when Sorel had approached.

"I'd like to have some idea what I'm doing before I try asking." If she was having such a difficult time mastering the art of dodging beanbags in a gravity field, she could only imagine how embarrassing it would be to try combat techniques. "That is...if she'd even be willing to try."

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[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel listened as Ery’lyn spoke. She allowed the Padawan to answer fully before she even contemplated speaking. She wanted to be sure the young Jedi was given her undivided attention before she responded.

“Cathbodua is a fine healer, she’ll teach you all you need to know and no doubt more besides. And given your calling, nobody would expect you to become a master with a saber – but the basics? That’s another story entirely.”

“And if you’d like to focus your time with your Master on the healing side of your development, I’d be glad to offer you advice on using a lightsaber. I’d recommend some basics and then focusing on just one Form. You don’t need to be a master of all, or even proficient with most – just the one. It minimises your need to practice multiple Forms for a start.”

Sorel’s nose wrinkled – a sure tell she was thinking. “Part of me thinks Soresu is the answer. It fits with your needs – but I fear that to maximise it, you may need to practise more than you have time for.”

“So, on reflection, I would recommend the sixth Form. No specific strengths, but no weaknesses either. It’s a hybrid of the previous five and is more balanced. And given there is a fairly relaxed focus on bladework, it was designed as simple to learn and more easily mastered. Created in fact, for Jedi who preferred to devote most of their time to study. But do not underestimate it. It’s most notable practitioner was Exar Kun.”

“But that’s just a suggestion, the choice is of course yours.”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

Ery'lyn bowed slightly and smiled, appreciating the advice and candid opinion from the Jedi. "I would appreciate any assistance you would be willing to give. As long as I'm able to defend myself and wallop the occasional attacker as needed, I'll be happy." Grinning, she invited Sorel to share in the lightheartedness, but the steely glint in her eye showed her seriousness. The truth was a much more complex thought process than the Togruta wanted to explore right now. At some point she would have to confront and come to terms with the torrent of emotions waging in the back of her mind, but today was not that day.

"Exar Kun....Exar Kun...he was-" Ery took a moment to dredge up the name from memory. When she finally discovered the origin of the name she frowned, a thunderous expression crossing her face. "He was Sith. He killed his own master." Her voice held a slight growl of anger. To fall to the darkside was an act of weakness and cowardice, but to turn on your own master was a sin beyond forgiveness.

She nodded once sharply, a single thought standing out amongst the history and anger. If a powerful Sith lord could use the form to wreck havoc and harm, she could certainly use it to be a powerful opponent of the darkside. "It sounds promising. Do you know which volume I can find it located in?" She glanced back at the row of books she'd been studying.

It took only a moment for Ery'lyn to realize that she'd turned to her books instead of the master in front of her and a feint blush crept up her cheeks in embarrassment. Smiling sheepishly, she apologized. "Sorry, I'm just so used to learning on my own, I forget that books aren't always the answer."

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[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel appreciated the tone of the conversation. Many who spent time in the library tended to take life a little seriously. And a large proportion of Padawans tended to be tongue-tied when it came to conversing with Masters. Sorel herself was guilty of it from time to time. But now she could no longer understand why she had been so. But she was aware to put Padawans at ease in case she appeared difficult to engage.

So she allowed Ery to play out her little conversation without interruption and smiled politely throughout.

Finally, when the time to speak was at hand she nodded sagely before talking. “Do you swim? I ask not because I need to know but to illustrate a point. You can no easier learn to stay afloat in water from a book than learn to use the Force to wield a saber. Sometimes you need to engage active learning. Doing the do, so to speak.”

“You can learn so much from Holocrons of course but in my experience, a real-life lesson is what is needed. But lingering on the theory for a short while, what do you know of the Form? And nothing is a perfectly acceptable answer by the way.”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

Ery'lyn nodded thoughtfully while Sorel illustrated the importance of active learning. They were good, solid points to be made, and examples she never would have thought of. She clung to the safety and knowledge found in books but in this she would need to seek out experience beyond hers.

In regards to how much Ery knew about the sixth form, Ery pulled the little bit of information she'd gleamed from the tomes. "It is known as Niman, the Way or Rancor, the Moderation Form, or the Diplomat's Form. It is a balanced practice, mixing the five forms before it for a technique that is not known for having any significant advantages or disadvantages." She smiled and added her own thoughts on the form.

"It sounds well-balanced and effective. Doesn't it also encourage using the force during combat?" She tilted her head as she thought about the implications of using the force and lightsaber strikes and parries together. "It sounds like it encourages a Jedi to use every ability in their arsenal simultaneously."

The Togruta shrugged with her hands open, palm up, indicating her knowledge was all taped out. "Sorry, all I know is what I've read. I didn't make it to the more detailed sections on each of the forms."

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[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel listened. Ery had clearly paid attention either during a class or from her independent studies. Recall was always a good start when it came to the life of a Jedi. It helped with learning techniques and also aided missions, when recent briefings could be shared or dusty old facts could be remembered. Like the weaknesses of various creatures – something that had saved Sorel’s life on more than one occasion.

“Your knowledge is sound. And I appreciate the blend of textbook and opinion. Or rather fact and questions. You did not presume to know more than the teachings but they prompted a question. You are a credit to yourself and your Master.”

“It is balanced for sure and yes, it is best used when in conjunction with other Force techniques. Push, pull, telekinesis – these are stock in trade for the duellist. But to best utilise them, practise long and often. Learn to use them without hand signals – as these telegraph your intentions to your opponent. And you’re right, it is about using both at the same time. Which is a technique in and of itself. Learn combinations of moves, not single strikes. By practising these, they will become second-nature and free up your conscious mind to access the Force for using your abilities.”

“And reading only gets you so far anyway. Using the Force is about doing, not studying. And it is about doing over and over. I’m planning to run some sessions on saber combat on Voss very soon. You’d be a very welcome addition. I’d recommend the first class on general duelling and the one specifically on the sixth Form. If you’re agreeable. Or I can do one-to-one training if you’d prefer not to learn with a group.”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

A blush crept over her cheeks at the compliment. Ery ducked her head in acknowledgement and whispered a quiet thank you, careful not to interrupt the rest of the conversation. At the suggestion of saber combat classes, she grinned broadly, excited at the prospect.

"I would be honored to join. Will most of the other students be new to combat as well?" She couldn't help but wonder. If it was a group of other padawans like herself, she'd be more than happy to attend. If they were more advanced...well, Ery had trepidations about getting knocked around in front of a group of students who were admittedly more advanced than herself. Call it pride, or arrogance, but she did not like the idea of being the only person in the group to have hardly worked with a saber.

The Togruta was hesitant to take up more of the woman's time than necessary, especially since they'd only just managed to run into each other at a library. Despite that, she wanted to learn from this woman. "Perhaps I could seek you out if I need additional practice? I haven't spent much time exploring force techniques beyond basic telekinesis and push." She couldn't help the grin that spread at the thought of one very messy fight she'd managed to engage with her sister in back when they were both still young. "Yes, I know how to use those." She added with a slight chuckle.

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[Sorel Crieff]

“I’d be honoured if you’d attend. There’s nothing worse than running a class and nobody attending. Apart from a student dying of course – which would clearly be a greater negative, although I’ve yet to experience such an outcome.” Sorel felt slightly embarrassed at mentioning it now.

“And I suspect most will be complete novices and at best they will have had a few lessons. Not that it matters, I’ll be taking these lessons from a position of no knowledge. And you can ask for as much time as you need – and I mean that. I am here to support you and every Padawan that requests assistance – just as my Master and other Jedi developed me in my earlier days. In fact they still do. And it doesn’t just have to be with a saber. If there are any abilities you wish to develop, I’m sure I can lend a hand. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

"I would love to work on basic force abilities." Ery'lyn blushed in embarrassment. "I've tried it a bit as a kid, I can move small items, like stuffed animals, when needed, but much more than that is beyond me." She demonstrated, lifting a book off the shelf, the tome hovering a few feet off the ground. The volume vibrated and the Togruta frowned as it became harder to keep the item aloft. She sighed and released her grip on the book, dropping to her knees to catch it before it hit the ground. She winced with the impact on her knees, but stood and returned the book to its empty slot before turning back to the master.

"You learn how to defend yourself when needed." She motioned holding something up and ducking behind it, memories of food and other items being thrown at her head bubbling to the surface. "My sister was better at it than me. She was willing to take risks, I just like to read." Her tone becoming more solemn as she talked about her family, her smile faded.

"Sorry, I know we shouldn't dwell on the past. Anyways, I'd really love it if you'd help me learn the basics? Push, pull...anything that would be useful, honestly."

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[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel smiled as Ery played out childhood banter – although of course the Force was involved this time around.

“I suspect,” began Sorel, her voice calm and carrying an air of authority even though it was barely above a whisper, “That the difference between you and your sister was belief. I suspect she was prepared to take risks because she believed she would be successful. You on the other hand were, and possibly are, more timid because you are less sure of your abilities.”

Sorel paused as if to allow the message to sink in. “But you see, you have it all wrong. Your timidity is born of not trusting yourself – yet in reality you are actually not trusting the Force. Which is a sure-fire way of failing. There is a very old Jedi saying – do or do not. For there is no trying. You either succeed,” at this point Sorel lifted the book off the shelf through Telekinesis – even though she was not looking at it, raising it higher and higher in the air. “Or you don’t.” At this point the book plummeted from its hovering position and would have hit Sorel on the head if it was not caught by the Force again and held, unwavering, just above her hair.

“Trust in the Force. It will be the only thing you can rely upon. People will let you down. Not always on purpose, but they will. And you will no doubt let yourself down, but the Force will not. Not ever.”

The book returned to the shelf as Sorel continued to speak. “You must start with belief. It is the only way. And no truer is that than when you use a saber. Your life will literally be in the Force’s hands. Doubt it, or try to take control away from the Force and you will surely fail.”

Sorel smiled. “I appreciate that words are easy to say and that action appears harder. Which is why you need trust. It is no more complicated than that. So…take a book from the shelf using Telekinesis and hover it over my head. Connect to the Force. Trust it. Share with it what you wish to achieve and once more, trust it will deliver. For doubting yourself is doubting the Force and believe me, it has never failed me.”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

Ery'lyn was fairly certain Master Sorel had pegged the reason for the sisters' wildly difference levels of proficiency with the force. Her sister was brash, daring, and a risk-taker. Ery preferred the safety of the known and the easily researched. A fear of failing had always kept her from taking what she'd read and applying it. For the longest time, she'd been content to just read about the abilities, the Jedi long past. Now, she found herself here, and sooner or later she had to try.

It was what she'd been working on with Master Cathbodua, learning to use and trust the Force. Now, she had to use what she'd learned and do what Sorel said, trust in the Force. She glanced at a small, red and gold leather bound tome on a shelf slightly above their heads. It was thin, and thus, wouldn't hurt as much when...if...she dropped it. She quickly stalled those thoughts with a quick shake of the head. She could not, would not fail. It was simple, raise the book from it's perch, hover it over their heads, and return it to it's home. Children learned how to do similar tasks at the academy. If younglings could do it, she could.

A glint of determination entered her eyes as she focused on the book, feeling the energy running through her as it had in Cathbodua's training room. Slowly, the book floated from it's slot, pausing to hover over their heads and smoothly returned. Ery'lyn could not resist the grin that spread, turning to the woman.

"That was...easier than I expected." She marveled at the fact that before, when she'd attempted to lift the book, she'd focused on the task to the extent of blocking out all else. This time, she trusted that the Force would do as needed, as she had when dodging the projectiles, and it had done it. Was it truly all about trust? "If all we have to do is trust in the Force, why do padawans go through years of training? Why can't we just...do anything we need to?"

Realizing she was being facetious and essentially dismissing the need for the woman in front of her, she blush and ducked her head. "I didn't mean...of course, with sabers there's a lot of training, I just meant....with the Force...and abilities and....oh crap."Her hands waved along with her words and she became more embarrassed and flustered. She stopped abruptly and took a deep breath.

"I didn't mean to be rude, sorry."

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[Sorel Crieff]

Sorel was no mind-reader. She hadn’t used some clever Jedi trick to understand Ery. She simply applied her many years of learning – how so many Padawans and Younglings suffered from the same trait. Even Knights suffered from the affliction when their life was on the line. It restricted their development and often put their life in greater danger. Catch it early on the other hand, and you could make a young Jedi impervious to the failing.

Sorel herself started too far over the other way. Maybe like Ery’s sister. She was brash, daring and a risk-taker, such was her confidence in the Force – or rather her confidence that the Force would be there for her. It had spilled over into arrogance and only relatively recently had she learned to walk that fine line between confidence and conceit. But she had managed it.

Sorel stared into Ery’s eyes as the Padawan completed the task. Her eyes never wavered and her face showed no signs of concern. She hoped her own calmness would radiate outwards and influence Ery.

In truth the act was down to Ery and Ery alone, all Sorel had to do was not diminish the Padawan’s trust and faith. And when the book was returned to the shelf, Sorel smiled and nodded. “Trust, pure and simple.”

And then she listened to Ery’s questions and her smile remained. She’d heard similar questions a thousand times before and would hear them no doubt a thousand times more. And some had no answers, Jedi to this day debating things every Youngling asked as a matter of course.

“Just because the answer is simple, it does mean the execution is. Trust is not like a book. It is not physical. We can’t hold it and be sure it’s there. Even if you think you trust in the Force, you cannot be sure if it’s true, or if it will hold up in every situation. That requires practise, which requires years of training. And so to answer your question, we can do just about anything we need to do. It is doubt that stops us.”

“It’s too difficult or complex or heavy or small or large or challenging. These are things I hear every day. Especially when trying a new task. You have taken a first step and have not completed the journey. Imagine I asked you to step outside and levitate an X-wing? Would your trust still be there? You would no doubt say yes, but suggest a reason why you could not lift the ship. Regardless of the excuse, what you would really be saying is that you do not trust the Force.”

“Plus the Force is infinite but a Jedi’s ability to draw on it is not. And as you progress, your powers will grow. So perhaps an X-wing would be a no-go right now, but not for the reasons you would naturally expect. Your Master will guide your development to a point where you are presented with the right challenges at the right time.”

“So you weren’t rude at all, just honest – which is never something to be necessarily apologetic over.”

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[Ery'lyn Ashaal]

Ery'lyn found she appreciated Sorel's non-judgmental honestly and ducked her head in silent thanks. She was surprised that the master was so accepting of doubt and questioning. She had always imagined the Jedi to be stalwart defenders of the force, unaccepting of someone questioning their teachings or beliefs.

But perhaps it was different when you where only being honest and truthful about your own doubts. She had no doubts that the master in front of her could do the things she said, she had no doubts in the teaching of the Jedi, merely in her ability to execute them. Maybe that was the true difference. Doubting your own abilities seemed natural and common, albeit a hurdle to conquer with practice and time.

Of all the things that Sorel had said, Ery couldn't resist the urge to tease her about the x-wing comment. "Do you often have to lift an x-wing? If so, the pilot is probably doing something wrong."

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