More Tea?
Just outside the ‘Violet Blue’ Nightclub
Zeltros
There were some lessons that could not be taught within the confines of a dojo, nor imparted through discourse. There were some lessons that certain individuals, like @[member="Kala'ndryl Ryj"], needed to learn more deeply than others. His most recent padawan was an eager learner, the experience of instructing her in the ways of the Jedi… interesting. Yes, that was the word. She was young - compared to him, very young - and still had so much to learn. But nailing this down was, in her case, most important.
As was known to him, and to his colleagues, his newest padawan was distractible, and a unrepentant flirt; Extremely susceptible to the wiles of the opposite sex, and drawn to that which was questionable seemingly by her very nature. There had been concerns brought up about this particular exercise, by his fellows, but at the same time, it was very much conceded that the ginger in the majority of circumstances knew what he was doing. What he had not told his padawan, however, was that he did not require success in her attempts to resist distraction, resist being drawn in; that would be counterproductive. This was only a benchmark on which to build, to tailor training to that end.
“Kala’ndryl,” he began, thankful that she had begun to accept that he was not about to start addressing her by her nickname, lest too much familiarity corrupt the fragility of their still-new master-student relationship “repeat to me exactly why it is we are here, as I have informed you.”
He had stopped, some twenty feet from the entrance to the particular club he had decided to conduct this exercise in, as there was a line barring quick and efficient entry. Neither of them were dressed in the particular garb of the Jedi as they were typically wont to do - no, the nature of this experiment required that they appear as most others would in the confines of such an establishment, and to that end, he had given his student the rare privilege of providing input as to his appearance. The clothing was restrictive compared to his robes, but he had been told that it looked good on him. It had been hundreds of years since he had worn anything else but the traditional garb - several sets of the robes in different colours, fabrics, and styles collected over his lifetime occupied his drawers and closet, but he generally wore only the most inconspicuous, unassuming ones - so he was rather out of date as to what the average humanoid wore these days… and it had been even longer since he had set foot in a entertainment or pleasure establishment. Not since the last time he needed to put considerable efforts into training a student this way.
The most difficult students were, however, the most rewarding to shape into Jedi, and this one, through some misguided notion of a ‘schoolgirl crush’, and the much more appropriate notions of simple loyalty and respect, seemed to hang on his every word. It was sometimes a wonder that she had her own thoughts. No matter. There was time.
Zeltros
There were some lessons that could not be taught within the confines of a dojo, nor imparted through discourse. There were some lessons that certain individuals, like @[member="Kala'ndryl Ryj"], needed to learn more deeply than others. His most recent padawan was an eager learner, the experience of instructing her in the ways of the Jedi… interesting. Yes, that was the word. She was young - compared to him, very young - and still had so much to learn. But nailing this down was, in her case, most important.
As was known to him, and to his colleagues, his newest padawan was distractible, and a unrepentant flirt; Extremely susceptible to the wiles of the opposite sex, and drawn to that which was questionable seemingly by her very nature. There had been concerns brought up about this particular exercise, by his fellows, but at the same time, it was very much conceded that the ginger in the majority of circumstances knew what he was doing. What he had not told his padawan, however, was that he did not require success in her attempts to resist distraction, resist being drawn in; that would be counterproductive. This was only a benchmark on which to build, to tailor training to that end.
“Kala’ndryl,” he began, thankful that she had begun to accept that he was not about to start addressing her by her nickname, lest too much familiarity corrupt the fragility of their still-new master-student relationship “repeat to me exactly why it is we are here, as I have informed you.”
He had stopped, some twenty feet from the entrance to the particular club he had decided to conduct this exercise in, as there was a line barring quick and efficient entry. Neither of them were dressed in the particular garb of the Jedi as they were typically wont to do - no, the nature of this experiment required that they appear as most others would in the confines of such an establishment, and to that end, he had given his student the rare privilege of providing input as to his appearance. The clothing was restrictive compared to his robes, but he had been told that it looked good on him. It had been hundreds of years since he had worn anything else but the traditional garb - several sets of the robes in different colours, fabrics, and styles collected over his lifetime occupied his drawers and closet, but he generally wore only the most inconspicuous, unassuming ones - so he was rather out of date as to what the average humanoid wore these days… and it had been even longer since he had set foot in a entertainment or pleasure establishment. Not since the last time he needed to put considerable efforts into training a student this way.
The most difficult students were, however, the most rewarding to shape into Jedi, and this one, through some misguided notion of a ‘schoolgirl crush’, and the much more appropriate notions of simple loyalty and respect, seemed to hang on his every word. It was sometimes a wonder that she had her own thoughts. No matter. There was time.
@[member="Avonus Nothrael"]
