Living In Color
Little by little Iris had started to see it. The deeper she fell into the embrace of the Force, the less of herself she was. Normally she wouldn't be bothered. She had no reason to be. She was doing what any good Jedi should, trust in the Force. But to do so blindly was far more dangerous. To let herself go in a fight had her striking lethal blows when she normally wouldn't. She needed control. To stay aware. To be precise. It was what had her in the courtyard outside the Ossus temple, going through drill after drill of Makashi maneuvers.
The style was drastically different from how she'd been fighting thus far. The small, elegant moves and control needed beyond what she could hope to get down as she was. But she needed to. It wasn't the style itself she was after, but the mindset. To be aware of everything. To see the Force, to hear it's call, but to use it as advice rather than giving herself over to it. She couldn't be that kind of weapon, couldn't let herself hurt people as much as she had.
The frustration was obvious in her strikes. As easy as the beginning steps were for her to copy, she was in her own head. Mistrusting of herself, of her connection. The colors around her. She'd hurt people. So many people. Sithspawn or not, she had always chosen to try for peace first. What changed? Almost on cue a stinging pain ripped through her hand. Phantom limb, as she was told. Her saber fell from her grasp as she gripped the gloved hand, clutching the scar to her chest. It didn't hurt too badly, but even now she could still feel it bleeding. See her finger disappear, even though it wasn't there to begin with. The Padawan let out a frustrated sigh as she plopped down to sit.
The pain ceased. When it did, she reached out to call over the datacron she'd been using to restart the lesson.
Valery Noble