Being away from the war was a relief for Catronia, she wanted no part in the battle if it could be avoided. Yes, combat was part of the Jedi code, but it was one that she had no interest in. Her reason for this was simple, it was fear. It was a fear that she'd lose control of her powers and end up causing someone pain. In a warzone like Coruscant, she was more of a hinderance than an asset. She knew this, and no matter what her master said, she couldn't escape it.
With this somber note in her heart, she began to wander The Prosperity. That is what she always did, wander aimlessly until the answers came to her. It was during her time trapesing through the halls that she heard the sound of a guitar. It was one of the other padawans, Nir she believed his name was, sitting all alone and playing away at his instrument.
Catronia enjoyed the sound of his music, so she was drawn like a moth to a flame to it. Sitting down she closed her eyes, her smile slowly spreading as she listened.
"You are quite the minstrel young Master Si..."
Nir Si