Reiteration and the Ensuing Ruckus - 9.112

[Ilias Nytrau]

A lot of the events of recent times (within and without the small Jedi enclave) had left few moments for tasks that required more time and pointed focus. Though most of the experiences were valuable and could be turned into important lessons on a great number of things, there were other experiences that while the ginger knight did not wholly disapprove of them in theory, the fashion in which they were practiced, with a whim – “Thinking with your junk”, he had heard it called, once – and no intent to care and dedication had given cause for him to believe that he must expand his efforts to train his student, taking advantage of every available bit of time that was large enough for even one skill subject to be broached, expounded upon, and practiced.

His student, Kala’ndryl Ryj, had already received basic instruction in most of the necessary fields, but admittedly more in the realm of healing than most others. To this point, Ilias had claimed a large, sectioned off ‘room’ in a bulkheadward part of the overall makeshit dojo, and had set up with what few items were required to reiterate the foundation skills as a warm up, and furthermore, to move on with what he had in mind.

He would make a proper Jedi of that girl yet, no matter how she might vex him.

As there was still a while yet for the assigned time to arrive Ilias sat cross-legged on a centrally placed mat and set his hands, palms open and faced upward, on his knees. Closing his eyes, he sunk himself in the Force, opened fully his senses, and waited.

[Kala'ndryl Ryj]

She was humming to herself. An almost disturbing revelation, she noted, but swiftly found herself hard-pressed to care.

Kala was happy.

Alright, she was often happy, being possessed of a naturally sunny disposition. But today even more so than usual. Maxx had dropped her off earlier that morning, with a rather fervent promise to return within two weeks - at which time he'd be free to stay with the convoy until a supply run that needed his delicate touch came up.

Until then, she'd best make up for lost time with lessons and classes. Force knew she'd been skipping alot with her...adventures...as of late. But they were learning experiences - and Ilias would hopefully see that. Kala winced at the thought of having to explain herself yet again, but at least this one, this trip to Dantooine, had been worth it. Perhaps people would be more likely to lend credence to her dreams going forward.

The summons from Ilias was waiting for her when she returned from lunch - a training session he'd put together to last the afternoon.

Finally!

Now you can be graceful in the dojo with a witness.

Oh shut up.

You know your footwork is terrible, fishbait, even dad used to make you work on it all the time. What did he always say?

The best way to offset a weakness is to work constantly to overcome it...I'm sure Ilias will address it, among my myriad of other faults, today.

Probably. Going to tell him about Maxx?

Not unless he asks.

Fair enough...deep breath. You're here.

Blinking pitch-black eyes, Kala paused outside the main door to the 'dojo' space Ilias had summoned her to. One hand smoothed out her t-shirt (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=73964246), while the other tightened briefly on the lightsaber hilt it carried. As the door whooshed open, she slipped her shoes off and set them just inside, in an empty cubby meant for such.

As tradition dictated, a few steps further in, she bowed briefly from the waist, then continued on to where Ilias was waiting. She dropped down onto the mat opposite him, hilt set aside as long legs folded themselves into the formal pose.