Living In Color
What she found wasn't another color, not underneath the layers she pulled away. Iris blinked. It was.. Something else. She wasn't even sure what to call it. Was it actually a color? She knew she could see different shades that the normal human eye couldn't. Colors she didn't have words to describe them for. That's just what it meant to be Keshain, right? They could see more on the spectrum than others. It's part of what made her a good pilot.
But this?
She didn't respond to Kat Decoria . Iris was gone, in her own world of colors, focused only on the newest shade she never thought existed. And pulled on it. Bit by bit, using the Force to twist and turn, experimental at first but slowly finding purpose. Within moments the cut knitted itself back together. She knew how to heal with the Force. It wasn't easy, not before.
This was different.
Iris let out a breath, letting her hands fall away from the dummy to look at the 'wound.' She'd done it. She smiled bright, turning her gaze to the older woman. Only for her gaze to keep turning past. She blinked. Oh. Then fell the rest of the way to the ground as the world continued to spin around her. Too much energy. She laughed weakly, closing her eyes as she sprawled out on the cool floor.
"I did it.."