So You're Saying There's a Chance... (Connor Harrison)

[Baalagor]

((Bonus points if you can guess the band that sings the song I used for the thread title.))

He's supposed to be here. Clad simply in her Padawan robes that were just slightly too large on her frame, Syala walked the halls of the Temple at a slow pace, her booted feet nearly silent in their strides. It wasn't often she walked about the grounds just for the sake of doing so, and this was no different. There was purpose for her being here, as there almost always was: she had been informed that it would be in this area that she would find one to train her, hopefully permanently, this time.

It wasn't through word of mouth that she'd discovered the fact, but rather via the Force. From a young age the Echani hybrid had been granted the blessing and curse to glimpse visions of the future thanks to the energy field she was attuned to. It wasn't an ability she had any amount of control over, but rather something that appeared in her life sporadically and with no real warning. Her prophecies were something she trusted, however, and she had followed this one as she would any other, which had ultimately led her here.

When she thought about it, she wasn't exactly sure where 'here' was, but that wasn't on the forefront of her mind at the moment. There were many areas of the Temple left unexplored, and this was just another of those. She had the Force to guide her, and that was all that really mattered. Well, except for cases like this, when it seemed her innate talent had led her astray. It wasn't the first time, but it was certainly a rare occurrence.

This should be it. Casting a look about the halls she settled her grey-blue gaze on the door in front of her, finding that she had to exhale shakily in order to steady herself. With a wave of her hand over the sensor the doors slid open smoothly, and without another word she stepped inside, vaguely registering as the doors shut once more. "Master Harrison?"

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor Harrison's Quarters
Silver Jedi Temple, Voss ​

Standing in his black combat boots and black vest, he held it between his teeth as he applied a layer of cream to his scarred torso. It just helped the burn, and quell the memories of that day.

Time was moving fast for the Silver Jedi and the galaxy as a whole, but with each passing second and each passing hour, month, year, Connor felt the past easing away. He had helped headstrong Padawans find their potential to develop, and explored strange, new worlds with his closest allies.

His duty as a defender of the Light was strong, and his mind was set to help others take the path he had finally found in a time of darkness.

With his attire spread over his bunk, illuminated in a light orange and blue glow, the door opened softly behind him and Connor immediately looked up in surprise, dropping the vest from his mouth and half-turning his head.

The presence of a Padawan was evident in their Force aura, but strange they didn't even knock first before calling his name.

"May I help you...Padawan? Or do you make a habbit of entering a Master's quarters at your own free will?"

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

The attitude Syala received shouldn't have come as a surprise, and it didn't particularly, though she still blinked, pausing for a moment. Explaining her visions had never been something she'd found herself in the position to do, but it seemed that would change rather quickly. Most often underestimated her ability due to her young age, she assumed this man wouldn't be any different. Not after the way they just made each other's acquaintance, at least.

Taking a breath, she leveled her gaze with his, unwavering. "I was told to contact you for training." There was a brief pause, but she continued soon after, her voice steady. "By the Force, not any Jedi. If this isn't a good time, I can return later." It was obvious from the way he spoke and his current half-dressed state that a student was something he hadn't been anticipating, but with his having no indication of her arrival other than her presence in the Force, she hadn't expected anything different.

Almost awkwardly she fell silent, chewing the inside of her cheek. Perhaps relying solely on her own instinct wasn't always the best decision. Sure, it almost always worked out in her favor, but the key word to that sentence was, in fact, almost. There were exceptions to every rule, and it she'd found hers. But that only served to make her more determined to push through his cold exterior and find the man she knew resided somewhere beneath.

"My name is Padawan Syala Daivik." What she failed to mention was that she'd resided at the Temple and called the moniker of Silver Jedi as her own since she could speak. As such, she'd heard the name of a number of the Masters from a number of others, whether in a good or bad light. This was one Jedi she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting beforehand. And they were already off to a great start.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor pulled down his vest and placed the healing cream on the table before him, the light from outside streaming into his small quarters. He listened to her introduction; already through the Force she was radiating confidence, but worry. He smiled and then kept his face devoid of emotion and turned to her.

"No, no it's fine. Syala? I've not heard of you before - forgive me. Are you new here to the Order?"

He walked over, wiping his hands on his hips before extending one forward.

"Connor Harrison at your service."

Connor stood to the side and extended his scarred right arm, sweeping her into the room, aware of the torn flesh and scar tissue snaking up from his wrist to elbow.

"Please, come in. What can I do for you?"

Another one after guidance, no doubt.

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

In mere seconds his tone became gentler, even vaguely welcoming, and he welcomed her into his quarters with little further questioning, as if this was an everyday occurrence, and she was just another Padawan that sought him out in his own personal chambers. Syala entered as she was bid, not commenting on his scarred figure or the cream on the table, though it already gave her something of an insight into what he'd been through, making him an intriguing individual. And his presence that radiated through the Force did much of the same.

A small, faint smile turned up the corners of her mouth at his first inquiry. Strange that they hadn't at least met in passing before this. Something told her that it had something to do with the scar tissue that twisted about him. "I've lived here at the Temple for my entire life, so I wouldn't say I'm new to the Order. But perhaps to the idea of seeking out a Master." She stood a respectful distance away from him, keeping her eyes trained on his face, not asking after his physical condition, knowing it was likely something he himself would rather forget.

"I don't entirely have the answer you're looking for. My visions aren't informative much past the general knowledge they provide. All I'm aware of is that I was told to find you for any necessary training." A further explanation of just what her visions entailed was, she supposed, obligatory at this point. "I suppose I should explain. From a young age - or rather, younger than I am now - I've been able to perceive glimpses of what may come to pass, due in part to my Force sensitivity. That's what led me here, not any other senior member of the Order."

The information she'd presented him with in such a short span of time was quite something to take in, even for her, so she remained carefully silent afterwards, patiently awaiting his response. This was usually the part where things took an interesting course.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Living in the Temple? Connor was surprised...she looked familiar, but he couldn't place seeing her around, but no doubt this wasn't what she wanted to hear. She was already vulnerable enough with what she was giving out, and her physical posture.

"Well I am blind. Forgive me young one, but I am off world more than I am, and when I AM here I always seem to be here or there and never get a chance to stop."

He moved past her to the small seating area as she spoke and indicated to the units on either side of the small dining table. Connor crossed his arms and tapped his chin gently with two fingers in thought.

"So you're saying the Force brought you here - to my door? How interesting. Can you tell me anything else of these visions you have, as in when do you have them, what do you feel - what have you seen?

She certainly had his interest if not for the fact she had been drawn to him by the Force for a reason yet unknown.

"Please, take a seat. Would you like some water or anything?"

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

The questions posed had been expected, and were favorable to his doubting her ability due to nothing more than her young age. Taking her time in thinking them through Syala sat, merely shaking her head in response to his offering of a beverage. "It's not a problem. I haven't had a chance to interact with the others much, which is probably why we haven't crossed paths before." She smiled slowly. "Though that seems to have remedied itself rather quickly."

Now it was on to the answers he wanted to hear, even if she wasn't quite sure how to phrase them. Here went nothing. "I don't exactly control when I have them. It isn't as if I haven't tried, but there hasn't been anyone to teach me, and the Archives only say so much. They don't interrupt my daily life, usually. It's when I'm meditating or actively trying to trigger one that they occur. Other times it's spontaneous, but it varies. I can go weeks without having one, or they can happen every day for months. It depends.

"What I feel is contingent on what I see. Usually, a sense of serenity and purpose. Or at least, that's what I felt when I saw, well, you." A sheepish smile found her lips, and she looked down at her hands in her lap for a moment, not out of embarrassment but in thought. "I've never really considered what feelings come up, unless they're necessant to the vision. Then it's a different matter."

There was a brief moment of silence in which she raised her head to look at him once more. "It's not often I see anything influential or galaxy-changing. They're minor precognitions typically, until today, really. But I think that would change if i was taught how to better control them. I'm not sure who exactly is supposed to do that, but I know I was brought here for a reason. And what I see through my visions are things that I trust above all else."

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He smiled at her decline of a drink, and leaned back against the dividing pillar between the small kitchenette area and the dining table, all small enough for one person to live in when around the Temple, and it did the job. He folded his arms and listened to the girl talk.

It seemed they both had experiences of visions; very different sorts, but still experiencing that alternate glimpse into something that has, could or will come to bear. It wasn’t easy to understand as having a vision of something you may not want to see or know about was never something easy to accept.

For many months, Connor felt like his back story had ruptured his path in the Force and left him slightly derailed from the main thread of the Silver Jedi. He felt different, but still wanted to serve and do his part for the galaxy, he just couldn’t explain to others why that took him on more dangerous routes that skimmed the Dark Side on arrival.

No-one really understood, and he never expected anyone to. But this Padawan…something about her and what she was saying…

He ran his fingers around his chin as she looked at him.

”Syala, what have you seen about me, or felt about me, in these visions? How have they brought you here – I’m intrigued as to the connection you say you possibly have with your visions, and so what that means to me.”

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

Explaining her visions down to the last detail of what she saw was something Syala had little experience with. It wasn't as if she was unable to remember - anything of importance shone through with sharp clarity - but putting it into words was another matter, especially in the case of the more abstract visions such as this one had been. Though she couldn't quite place it, there was something different about it all this time. Instead of the usual chance of the future not coming to pass as she had seen it, she had an overwhelming amount of certainty that this time it would occur just as it was intended to, no more and no less.

"It's not so much what I've seen rather than what I've felt. I was shown these same halls, but what I felt was purpose and belonging. It isn't the easiest to explain, but it all felt like it fit into place perfectly, like the last piece you need to complete the puzzle. There's always a margin for error when it comes to what I see, and I'm perfectly aware of that. I've experienced those minor variations before, and learned to expect them. But this time, it feels as if that won't happen. This time, I know for certain that this is going to pass just as I perceived it to."

There was something else about her visions recently that had drawn her to the man, and it wasn't solely all that she saw about him, but rather something about his own experiences in the same vein. It might have not been the best question to pose, but she was intrigued far enough already. "There was another thing I saw..." She paused, taking a breath before continuing, "Master, do you see visions through the Force as well?"

With that final question she fell silent, a newfound curiosity in her gaze, her grey-blue eyes seeming almost ancient for such a young face. "Forgive me for being so forward, but as I said, my visions hardly ever lie."

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He lowered his head to rest his chin on his thumb and finger, fascinated with the mystery and calling of the Force this girl seemed to possess. The Silver Jedi certainly wasn’t black and white, just as he liked.

Connor tapped his fingers again quickly and nodded, as if being interrogated.

”I do. But it’s not as straight forward as you experience.”

Placing his hands on the table, he paused, thinking, and lowered himself in the seat opposite Syala and he looked into her eyes – her soul, her person.

”Please, call me Connor. I’m not your Master – I’m no one’s Master.”

Another factor in his self-doubt; he held the rank of Master but feared actually being a Master to anyone under him. Could he trust himself, and the Padawan who he took under his wing, that they would be safe and strong together…at his own hand?

”Syala – tell me what you saw.”

Could she be the first Silver Jedi he shared his dark secret with – it depended on what the Force told her.

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

Her hands rested on the table, and she considered them briefly, deep in thought. Syala certainly didn't want to come across as impolite in her explanations, but there wasn't much she could do if she came across as such. Honesty was always a favorable choice, and fi he wished to know exactly what she'd witnessed, then she wouldn't spare any expense. Well, she wouldn't perhaps say some parts outright, but omitting them completely wouldn't suffice.

Exhaling slowly, her expression remained neutral as she began speaking. "I didn't see so much as feel. I sensed there was something different about you. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but your presence in the Force, although I'd never felt it before, didn't have the same strictly light tendencies that are common for most Jedi. I wouldn't say it was tainted, but it wasn't..." She trailed off for a moment, searching for the correct word. "Pure isn't quite the right term, but it wasn't so firmly rooted in the light."

That explanation, coupled with all that she'd told him before, was the summation of what that vision had revealed to her. The Force was a fickle thing, not one to literally interpret some times, and one to only interpret with realistic means during others, but it was reliable nonetheless. Although she harbored a strong attunement to the energy field and was aware of this, her abilities had no formal refinement, and were still sporadic in nature.

"My intention isn't to come across as rude, because I believe everyone has the capacity to serve well as a Jedi, regardless of their alignment in the Force. It isn't that that matters so much as one's character. As long as you believe in what you're fighting for, the rest of it is secondary. And my visions told me that you have fought for and deserve all that you've gained. You've fought, and you're stronger because of it. In the end, that's all that matters."

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

As she spoke, Connor flicked his tongue between his teeth gently, fingers tapping on the table behind him. Someone as young and seemingly naïve to the greater Order around her was working her way under his skin and actually giving him the chance to explain how he felt...how he served the Force...

...was she for real, or maybe a plant, a spy evaluating him? No. She couldn't be.

He waved a hand to calm her with the thought she was being rude. Far from it - being blunt was the best way and the best way was to speak as you felt, what was on your mind and not to worry about trying to say the right thing. There was no right thing.

”I...”he paused, flicking his eyes to her for a moment and then down to his hands to help paint a picture, ”...I do have visions, but not of my own accords."

He looked at her again and smiled.

”Months ago I faced a Sith Lord - Matsu Xiangu. A snake; coiled and ready to strike when you least expect. She favours mentalism over physical ability. I swore to face her without my blade and resist all the darkness she could throw at me without killing me. It changed me forever. She used Sith Magic on me and rooted it in my brain stem.”

Two fingers tapped the back of his head.

”This lies dormant most days and nights. But when it senses great emotion coupled with uncertainty and a conflict of my intent, it comes alive and manipulates my senses to create these nightmarish visions of people I care for and those around me. I've seen many disturbing things because of this and it always makes me wonder if it really is some horrid truth I am yet to discover about myself.”

He shifted in his seat and leant his head back, looking at her curious expression in those deep eyes.

”No-one knows about this. No-one. No-one has asked me about what happened that day and only see the physical scars.”

He turned his arm over to show her the vicious scars running up his right wrist, and then he pulled up the right side of his vest to show the numerous holes that had now scared over, remnants of the stones and grit embedded in his flesh from the confrontation.

”Take a good look Syala. This is what happens when you throw yourself at the mercy of the Sith. But it's not just physical. It's emotional scars you need to prepare for.”

Reading her expressions spoke volumes than relying on the Force. He would look forward to hearing her thoughts.

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

With her knowledge of the Sith and any adversaries of the Silver Jedi extending past nothing more than her own reading and lessons as a youngling, the tale woven by the senior Jedi seated across from her gave her pause for a long moment. To say it was a lot to take in would be an understatement, but she did her best to carefully and quietly consider each word spoken, lost deep in her own thoughts for what felt like an eternity but was really only three minutes or so. This bore a different, profound kind of thinking.

A slight frown creased her brow, borne out of nothing more than her own mental calculations, though her expression slowly smoothed over. It was a wealth of information to take in, and directly from the source nonetheless, but she didn't want to pressure him with any unnecessary questions just then. Any further research would be best done on her own time, when she'd already processed what had been presented to her. Perhaps she would have to meditate on this later, if only to better grasp the scenario.

"I don't believe that influences your ability to do what you think is right. It only makes it more difficult, but with our way of life, every day has the potential to be a fight for survival alone. That you were able to face such a task and stare death in the face speaks volumes about your capabilities as not only a Jedi, but a Master. Regardless of what you may think, there is a very real reason I was led here. Someone must find you a suitable teacher, because I don't doubt the Force." A pause. "And nor should you."

Having spoken her piece on that plane, she next deliberated over just what she herself would likely face in her time spent with the Order as her training continued. "The dangers of it don't concern me. I wouldn't have consciously chosen this path if I feared death or destruction at the hands of any one being. There are certain variables I'm not aware of and will never be until I face them myself, I know this. But the only way to become skilled and confident in myself and our cause is through practice. If serving the light comes at such a great cost, then I'm willing to pay it." Her voice was firm, selfsure in her convictions.

"If any of this was an attempt to dissuade me or make me second guess my desire to learn under you, then I'm afraid I have to inform you that it was ultimately unsuccessful. If anything, it's only made me more determined. All that you've told me only shows that you're strong and capable of anything you wish to accomplish." That same almost smile found her lips again. "If anyone deserves the title of Master as their own, it's you."

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He settled his vest top down and ran his hand down the torso, a reminder again of the price he paid. Connor paid full attention to the girl and nodded, understood and just listened to her. She was talking to herself as much as him, and her understanding of things was a great many years ahead of where she should have been.

But still, there was much more to discover and Connor wasn’t sure he could admit his own failings again or endanger someone with a great desire to be something great as the Padawan was showing herself to be.

”Thank you, truly. Forgive me if I have a hard to accepting your understanding, but maybe you are only seeing what you want to see. I have questioned my place in the Silver Jedi now, probably daily. I serve the Force and I fight to protect those around me – I have no hesitation to sacrifice myself if I can enable others to go on because I have nothing of worth to live for except…battling the Dark Side.”

Connor folded his arms and leant forward on the table slightly.

”I have never taken a Padawan learner before. Did you come here looking for me to take you on as my apprentice? My methods aren’t as clear as other Jedi, and I push myself to learn more about the enemy out there so I can understand them better when I look them in the eye. I don’t know how much I am trusted anymore, but I can only do what the Force tells me to do. I can’t risk endangering you, hurting you, or breaking you – I am not like the others, Syala. I am dangerous. I am a loose cannon on deck and I still question why I was granted the rank of Master after everything I did.”

He felt a sudden spark in the Force between them; was she another chance, or another way out?

”Tell me – what do you want to be at the end of the day. No right or wrong answer and I will not judge you. What do you, Syala, want to be through serving the Force, and how do you want to do it.”

A question he still asked himself to that day, but one he was interested how others replied.

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

The connection that suddenly snapped between them didn't go unnoticed, and it was a feeling that ran deeper than the surface, burgeoning through the Force itself. It was a symbol of many things, but the salient one that stood out to her was the fact that, in some way, this was all meant to be. And that only cemented her resolve to show him that he was all the other Jedi saw him to be and more.

But he wasn't question her perception of all that he saw himself to be, but rather her view of herself and all that she strived to be. It was something Syala had never considered, though she knew the answer. Putting it into words was an entirely different matter. "I want to be the best Jedi that I can through serving the Force, and I will do whatever is required of me to accomplish this, whether by abiding by what my visions tell me, or other means. I will do all I can to serve the light and protect the innocent inhabitants of this galaxy."

Her attention turned to his proclamation that he was unfit to take on a student. "You wouldn't have been promoted to Master if the others didn't see what I do in you. Whether you recognize it or not, there is something inside of you that gave them cause to grant you the title of Master. You may not see it within yourself yet, but it's there, and they can sense it. If you're willing to take me on as an apprentice, I would be more than willing."

Slowly she raised her head to look him in the eye. "Even if you don't believe in yourself, I believe in you, Master." Again with that title.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor sighed and rested his chin in the cup of his hand. He looked at Syala, and then out to the gardens through the window beside them. Then, back to Syala. He didn’t want to probe her mind with the Force; she was too attuned for that and she understood what the Force could do, and he respected her enough to simply listen to her words and watch her body language.

She was becoming more confident, and confidence came across as a good thing. But, also bad. No…not bad. Connor exhaled softly at the contradiction he was doing himself.

”I am worried I can’t take you on the path you want to follow, Syala. You deserve someone who can really understand you and hone your ability to the Force and mould it into something brilliant.”

He hunched forward and tapped his fingers on the table, and started tapping his boot gently on the floor – obvious nervous ticks.

”I don’t even know what I am trying to serve anymore. I think I have answered questions, but more soon come up to make me thing how can I best serve the Force. And I worry that I will take you on a path you can’t follow. If I do that…I’ll never forgive myself.”

Connor forced a little laugh and shook his head.

”And now you see the reason why I haven’t taken a Padawan. I can’t even find my own place in the Order I serve and the Force I protect. What is Light and Dark, Syala? Where is the line to define what is good or bad, right or wrong? What if can’t stay here if I want to carry on walking that line,” he banged his fingers down, stabbing the table to make a point, ”, what if you are in danger just being here.”

He sat back and stretched his arms, trying to release the tension. Hearing her support and faith in him was building his ego again which always lead to a downfall.

”Sorry. I’ve had a struggle getting here and it never gets easier. If you want time , please, you can always seek the advice of another Master. Only a handful know what I’ve been through and how I am. You are one of the handful who actually has listened.”

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

"There is no difference." Her voice was nearly a whisper, and Syala had shifted her gaze to her hands once more as she thought. "There is no difference, because we make one within ourselves. The Force is a spectrum riddled with grey, hardly as black and white as some may think. To be able to wield such a powerful thing is a gift that shouldn't be taken lightly. It's the way one chooses to bear such a burden that makes all the difference." Pausing, she chewed at her lip. "And it seems, to me, that you've done the best you can with the cards you were dealt."

While she didn't want to push him too far, she could sense a light within him that was pressing to break through. It would likely take some time before he was able to see it so easily within himself as she, but there was a high probability such a thing would occur. "None of us will ever be able to truly answer all the questions there are about what exactly it is we serve, nor will we ever be able to fully explain our methods and justifications for doing so. In the end, it's the effort that makes all the difference. Asking questions is the first step in figuring out who you are, and who you want to be." Being one still at the beginning of that path, she spent much of her time meditating on similar inquiries.

It may have been through cause of what she had seen, or her own willingness to learn at this point, but she wouldn't cease in her insistence so easily. "Being a Master doesn't mean having all the answers. If you did, or believed yourself to, that would be cause for worry. I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust all that I was shown and didn't believe in your own title and ability. If you aren't quite ready to take on a student just yet, then I'll wait. But I know who the one I was meant to learn from is, and I'm sitting across from him."

A mere shake of her head was the only response to his, in her opinion, unnecessary apology. "You don't have to apologize, because there isn't anything to be sorry for. It might be hard to accept, but in the end there was likely nothing that could have been done to prevent you from following the path you did. And nothing now can be done to reverse it. Dwelling on the past will only lead to pain, so we must turn to the future for hope." At the last sentence spoken, she couldn't help but smile. "Of course, some of us do it more literally than others."

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

With a submitting nod, Connor laid his hands.

”Syala – I will take you on as my Padawan. I will guide you on the path you want to follow, I will teach you everything I can to best of my ability, and I will protect you from all that lies out there that threatens us as an Order, and warriors of the Light. My methods may not be black and white and by the book, but I like to make sure those I teach get to really feel all they need to learn in order to be the best.”

A smile cracked on his lips.

”You will be my responsibility here, and in that respect I want you to trust me with any problems you have. Come to me if you feel isolated, alone, scared, eager to learn, whatever – I will look out for you. Where I go, you will go, and where you go, I will follow behind as a team. Of course, you’ll never be put in danger or do anything you don’t want to do.”

He put his hand out for hers, his first Padawan apprentice.

”I hope I give you everything you want and more to find your true calling as a Jedi.”

[member="Syala Daivik"]

 

[Baalagor]

Returning his smile, Syala placed her hand in his in return, listening quietly to all he had to say, formulating her own response. The two had formed a bond through the Force already, that much was certain, but their time spent together in this manner would form a different type of relationship, one that was just as much physical as ethereal, and one that had the potential to after her training was completed, for a lifetime itself. Regardless of what happened, she knew that link would get them through.

"I'll do my best to implement all that you will teach me both in our training together and out in the greater galaxy. I will forge my own path within the Jedi and follow one that you have laid out for me as well. Whatever you deem necessary to learn, I will pursue that knowledge to the best of my ability, holding all of it in the highest of regards. Your word I will follow, while also abiding by my own moral compass.

I will trust you, as I'm already beginning to, and any difficulties I have I'll bring to light so that we might work through them together. By being your Padawan we'll be a team, and I'll do all I can to uphold my side of the bargain in that respect, whether it's through training or the missions we undertake together. And I want you to be able to rely on me as well, so that we might better get to know each other, and therefore work together more efficiently."

With a smile, she looked him straight in the eyes, fully content, for the moment, in where her path had led her and was going to continue to. "I'll do all in my power I can to be a great student, and learn from you all I can in order to become the best Jedi I can be."

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor squeezed the young girls hand and nodded, feeling a bond between them that would hopefully grow and give him the strength he needed.

”You speak wise words - wise, wise words. You will be a great leader yourself one day Syala; and one day a Master alongside me.”

Letting go, fingers trailing, he swept back his dark hair and looked around his quarters.

"Woould you like some time to yourself to gather your thoughts, meditate for a while? You're more than welcome to stay for a while if you want to talk more. You can tell me a little what you would like to train in, and what path you wish to take that I can guide you on."

[member="Syala Daivik"]