Perail Staite
Ingénue Initiate
Lothal Jedi Temple, Garden
Working meditation, the masters called it. The performance of mundane chores with unceasing attention to the present moment of every action. Right now, that meant the pain in her knees as she was kneeling on the hard floor next to an access panel on the wall.
Said working meditation often took the form of padawans being called upon to assist the Service Corps in various tasks, ostensively to ensure that they did not consider themselves to be above such work. In this case, she was assisting Jax Lerro, a rodian technician, and the service droid R-3BZ, who went by Beezee, with maintenance on the climate control system for the gardens. Perail knew nothing about how these things worked, and could only observe and do exactly what she was told to do.
The padawan next to her was clearly far more experienced. He had introduced himself as Jackson. Perail found his presence very intense and, truth be told, a bit intimidating. Her attention moved to his presence again as he removed the panel and put it down on the floor next to them. There was a lot of energy in him, energy that was looking for an outlet. Not that it seemed to Perail that he resented being here - in fact, right now the energy was being directed at their engineering task, however trivial it might be for him.
Suddenly, around the corner from them where Lerro and Beezee were to be suspected, cursing erupted - in Huttese, for those who could understand it, among whom Perail was not. But even on her it was not lost that what was being uttered was expressions of displeasure, followed by indignant beeping on the droid's part.
Working meditation, the masters called it. The performance of mundane chores with unceasing attention to the present moment of every action. Right now, that meant the pain in her knees as she was kneeling on the hard floor next to an access panel on the wall.
Said working meditation often took the form of padawans being called upon to assist the Service Corps in various tasks, ostensively to ensure that they did not consider themselves to be above such work. In this case, she was assisting Jax Lerro, a rodian technician, and the service droid R-3BZ, who went by Beezee, with maintenance on the climate control system for the gardens. Perail knew nothing about how these things worked, and could only observe and do exactly what she was told to do.
The padawan next to her was clearly far more experienced. He had introduced himself as Jackson. Perail found his presence very intense and, truth be told, a bit intimidating. Her attention moved to his presence again as he removed the panel and put it down on the floor next to them. There was a lot of energy in him, energy that was looking for an outlet. Not that it seemed to Perail that he resented being here - in fact, right now the energy was being directed at their engineering task, however trivial it might be for him.
Suddenly, around the corner from them where Lerro and Beezee were to be suspected, cursing erupted - in Huttese, for those who could understand it, among whom Perail was not. But even on her it was not lost that what was being uttered was expressions of displeasure, followed by indignant beeping on the droid's part.