Hell Follows Her
There were many paths one could pursue in their training, each of them with their own unique set of skills, coupled with very separate strengths and weaknesses. It was a train of thought Syala had devoted much consideration to, fully aware that the decision made in that regard would have a lasting effect on the rest of her life spent within the Order. This one choice would ultimately determine how she would continue to best serve the Force.
His confidence in her ability was silently appreciated with the smallest of smiled. In truth, semantics weren't of any interest to her. It would certainly be an achievement to be proud of and honored with, if she were to attain the rank of Master, but it was something she would only passively strive for. Her own knowledge and skill came before any title that could be bestowed on her.
"Becoming a Seer would, in the end, benefit me the most directly, with my ability to perceive the future through the Force. But I'm not entirely sure how much taking a passive stance truly interests me. While I would like to serve in a way that most benefits everyone possible, I also understand that this journey is just as much for me. And with that, the path of a Sentinel holds the highest interest." Having spoken her piece, for a moment she remained silent, still working through all there was to consider.
Her lips pursed thoughtfully. "At the same time I would also like to hone my ability to see these visions, so that I may better help the Order thrive in light of any dangers we may face now and in the future." There was knowledge she'd come across in her reading that she wasn't entirely sure how widespread it was intended to be, but there wasn't any other way her questions would be answered without first bringing them to the forefront. "What of those that call themselves the Shadows?"
[member="Connor Harrison"]
His confidence in her ability was silently appreciated with the smallest of smiled. In truth, semantics weren't of any interest to her. It would certainly be an achievement to be proud of and honored with, if she were to attain the rank of Master, but it was something she would only passively strive for. Her own knowledge and skill came before any title that could be bestowed on her.
"Becoming a Seer would, in the end, benefit me the most directly, with my ability to perceive the future through the Force. But I'm not entirely sure how much taking a passive stance truly interests me. While I would like to serve in a way that most benefits everyone possible, I also understand that this journey is just as much for me. And with that, the path of a Sentinel holds the highest interest." Having spoken her piece, for a moment she remained silent, still working through all there was to consider.
Her lips pursed thoughtfully. "At the same time I would also like to hone my ability to see these visions, so that I may better help the Order thrive in light of any dangers we may face now and in the future." There was knowledge she'd come across in her reading that she wasn't entirely sure how widespread it was intended to be, but there wasn't any other way her questions would be answered without first bringing them to the forefront. "What of those that call themselves the Shadows?"
[member="Connor Harrison"]