Amara No'orabi
Character
Amara had settled into her room in the Temple only a day prior, but she was truly in love with every inch of Lothal. The enormous halls buzzing with ancient power, the clusters of rooms where Younglings trained and Padawans learned new forms, and the grass, oh the grass was wonderful. She had shed her sand-worn Tatooine rags for the simple robes provided for her in her room, had scrubbed the sand and dirt and travel from her body in the 'fresher (a new and intriguing experience which she wasn't entirely sure she enjoyed yet), and was ready to embark on this new journey.
But she needed a teacher. When she had been 'discovered' on Denon, the Jedi there had said that it would be hard to find someone willing to teach someone as old as she was. Most Jedi were born into the Order and lived out their entire lives as Jedi, at least according to Knight Roberts. Amara was not so fortunate.
However, when she woke up to greet the sun (an unusual but not unwelcome occurrence), something in her stomach pulled her out into the Temple. She followed the feeling, which she was starting to think was the Force guiding her, winding down intricate hallways and empty training rooms until she stopped in front of a room that wasn't unoccupied.
A woman was in the room, dark hair spilling down her back, and Amara bit her lip.
"I don't mean to disturb you, but may I come in?" she asked, hoping to watch whatever it was the woman was doing. She had learned a tiny bit from sitting in with the Younglings the evening prior, and was hoping to just observe and absorb. "I'm not entirely sure how etiquette works here, so I apologize if I've done something wrong." Amara tacked on hastily, hoping that [member="Matsu Ike"] wouldn't be offended or disturbed by her sudden presence.
But she needed a teacher. When she had been 'discovered' on Denon, the Jedi there had said that it would be hard to find someone willing to teach someone as old as she was. Most Jedi were born into the Order and lived out their entire lives as Jedi, at least according to Knight Roberts. Amara was not so fortunate.
However, when she woke up to greet the sun (an unusual but not unwelcome occurrence), something in her stomach pulled her out into the Temple. She followed the feeling, which she was starting to think was the Force guiding her, winding down intricate hallways and empty training rooms until she stopped in front of a room that wasn't unoccupied.
A woman was in the room, dark hair spilling down her back, and Amara bit her lip.
"I don't mean to disturb you, but may I come in?" she asked, hoping to watch whatever it was the woman was doing. She had learned a tiny bit from sitting in with the Younglings the evening prior, and was hoping to just observe and absorb. "I'm not entirely sure how etiquette works here, so I apologize if I've done something wrong." Amara tacked on hastily, hoping that [member="Matsu Ike"] wouldn't be offended or disturbed by her sudden presence.