L O S T
The Silver Academy
Voss
How long had it been since she stepped foot on this world, for anything other than medical assistance? It was hard to recall. For years now she had resided and trained on Midvinter, traveled the Galaxy at large, done her duties as a Jedi while tending to the threats which plagued her home. Even during the time that her aunt and uncle led the Silvers she had barely made herself known here.But things had changed. Responsibility had been placed upon her shoulders the day she was Knighted. While her brother, Théodred, had carried it out, it was something that the Silvers had been trying to do for quite some time now. Yet she hadn't felt ready.
Only recently did she realize that nobody felt ready, and that by experiencing their new found duties they grew into the role. The memories of the last time she stood within an Academy came to mind, the horror and the bloodshed, as the grand structure grew before her. The fiend is not here. There is nothing but unity within these walls, the Light reigns over the halls of the Jedi... Breathe, Mysa.
She was here to make her Knighthood official, and to pick up a few extra duties. What would they have in mind for her? It was hard to tell, it varied from person to person... And rightfully so. Everybody had their strengths and weaknesses, even Jedi.
Walking through the entrance, she was greeted by an aging Jedi Master who smiled her way. "Ah... You must be Miss Snowstrider... You look just like your mother." That gave her pause. Her Mother had never been a Jedi... And she hadn't really been around the Silvers much. "She came to us on Coruscant, before the schism. A friend of the last Grandmaster... I'd remember her any day, quite the pair. Thankfully they weren't as mischievous as some. Ah, but don't let me bore you with stories of the past, come my dear..."
With a smile she followed after the man, deciding then and there that she quite liked him. "I never knew that my mother met Master Heavenshield here." The old man merely chuckled, and continued on down the hall.
"Now, I hear that Master Théodred Knighted you personally... And we agree with his judgement. Frankly you should have been Knighted a while ago, but we don't push those who do not feel themselves ready. If you would keep following me, Miss Snowstrider, I have somebody I'd like you to meet..."
He turned into a room, as ordinary as all the rest, and turned to her. To one side she sensed a presence, only small yet full of hope and potential. A youngling, perhaps?
"Now, we do not usually do this so soon after a Knighting, but in light of recent events, we feel as though it may help the both of you settle into your new roles. Master Snowstrider, meet Natesh Ignafine... It is our hope that you will help guide him in the ways of the Force."
For a moment she did not know what to do or to say. She stared ahead at the old Master almost dumbfounded. A student? They were giving her a student, just like that? Swallowing back her doubt and uncertainty she looked across to the Amaran and smiled gently, lowering her body into a respectful bow of greeting.
"Initiate Ignafine, I would like to hear what you have to say on the matter."
The old man patted her shoulder and made his exit without another word, leaving the two of them alone in the room, with the silence between them.