The Golden Rule
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Arisa was settling in nicely into her temporary abode, the Voss Academy. As she had resumed her training, she had worked herself into a nice little routine, beginning with some exercises in the early morning. Many times, the Padawan worked alone, but sometimes she found herself with a partner or two to practice forms in sparring.
Today she was alone on the field again, running through the basic lightsaber forms up to VI. Many lightsaber practitioners specialized in one form almost exclusively as a style unto itself, but she liked to treat each one as merely different stances in a single weapon style. That's why Niman had always appealed to her, one eclectic system to blend to together the best elements of the proceeding forms into a single comprehensive one. Form VII was a different beast altogether, a complete, demanding discipline that had broken better Jedi than herself.
The silver glow of her lightsaber stood out against the dark backdrop of early morning, where the sun had yet to crack the horizon. Her new saber felt good to wield, crafted with ergonomics in mind. The Sith saber she still possessed had been a marvel of alchemy, at least where the internals were concerned, but it hadn't been too comfortable to wield. There was nothing like wielding a lightsaber of her own.