D'Mourning Orb, Training

[Sage Hazzard]

Sage Hazzard was an early riser. It was 5:00 AM.

He came across D'Mourning's room, his new Padawan. He banged on the door.

Seconds past....

He bangs harder.

Seconds past....

"What the hell? Oh..." He remembered his new Padawan was deaf. Feeling the fool, Sage let himself in.

It took him a moment to refrain from yelling "anybody home!" He walked around the central area of his quarters. Finally, he plopped down into a recliner. He'd wait all morning for the boy. How would he wake a deaf/mute anyhow? Nudging him? The sheets would be soiled through if he did that. Sage would scare the man into fainting like he did at the academy. The Jedi Master hoped strongly that the incident wouldn't become a normal occurence. Fainting Padawans are hard to teach. They're often asleep.

[DMourning Orb]

His eyes opened. The clock read 7:36, the red light indicating A.M. D'Mourning's eyes closed. His body, searching for the solace of more sleep. He was too tired. 7:36 was too early. D'Mourning was about to nod off. Rapid eye movement would commence shortly. He would reach a realm of solitude and comfort soon enough. Random nerve pulses would transcribe his dreams. His training began today, a reminder in the back of his mind. D'Mourning's cloudy eyes opened. Got to get up. Easier said than done. He had gone to bed at around 1:40, early this morning. Roughly six hours later... a single word lingered on his mind: Coffee.

The bedroom door opened. He found a light switch. The room became illuminated, causing his eyes to pull shut. He was finding it hard to even squint. He had bought a recliner for his living room just days ago. One of the draws: a comfortable foot rest. Now, two feet occupied it. Panic rushed over D'Mourning. His eyes widened. The harsh light had lost it's effect. A head of brown hair protruded above the head rest. An intruder. But, why was he sitting in his chair, relaxing? D'Mourning's feet moved in the stranger's direction. He knew better. The razor blade from his shaver. He could sneak up behind him. The thought crossed his mind. He went against his better judment. As he approached the recliner, the figure become more apparent. The outline of his forehead. The side of his face. His nose. D'Mourning's feet continued to cross over, guiding him in front of the recliner. The man's face: Sage Hazzard, his new master. The two made eye contact. D'Mourning's face, expressionless, in shock. He mouthed the word: Why? His glance moved toward the front door, back at Sage. He shook his head. The level of his eye brow caused wrinkles to distinguish on his forehead.

[Sage Hazzard]

Sage laughed as he sprung out of the chair.

"Because, I can," he knew the man could read lips. Most deaf people can.

Sage moved towards the door. He stopped and waved his hand, beckoning D'Mourning.

"Don't ask questions," Sage raised his hand, to stop him wondering. "You don't need to change."

Sage exited the room and started walking down the hall, hoping he would follow.

[DMourning Orb]

The door was open, both literally and theoretically speaking. This was the beginning of D'Mourning Orb's new life. He eyed the open door. Why? The thought still lingered on his mind. Why break in? Illegally trespass, enter his home? His confused mind searched for answers...

"You don't need to change," Master Hazzard had said. D'Mourning looked down, noticing his clothing. He wore a gray T-shirt and black shorts, extending to the knee, 100% cotton. He realized he wasn't wearing shoes.

His new life waited outside that door. Down the hallway. Who cared about the reasons why he had entered his home, or shoes for that matter. As D'Mourning approached the doorway he thought about his keys, locking the door. He decided against it. The notion was lost on him, now. He flipped the light switch. The light from the hall shrunk to a sliver, then it was gone.

Outside the hall, he saw his Master. D'Mourning became fleet of foot, jogging briskly down the corridor, toward Master Hazzard. He approached him, maintaining a new steady walking pace. The two made eye contact. D'Mourning mouthed the words, Where are we going?

[Sage Hazzard]

"My favorite spot."

Sage took out a blindfold from his jacket pocket.

"I'm going to be putting this on you. It's open you up to the Force. I want you to use only your instincts as you walk. I will not guide you. If you run into a wall, it's your own fault."

Sage smiled.

"No blindman hand feeling ruitine either."

Sage mimicked the way a blindman feels the surroundings to understand where he is.

"Trust your gut. If you feel you should step, run, jump, do so. Have faith in the Force."

This exercise was a good warmup until they arrived at the destination. It would help Sage gauge the man's already existing connection to the Force. Much like Anikin Skywalker's Pod Racing abilities were a hint at his power. The ability to see things before they happen, and to act on them.

The spot they were headed was a small green patch some ways off from the Academy. They'd walk down the hall, make a right, then a left. Then they'd walk down a flight of stairs 40 steps long. That'd lead to a walk way where fallen logs often lay. Then they'd come to a rope bridge over a stream, a calm brooke. Then they'd keep headind down the path till they entered into a large circular green patch. This spot was mowed and trimmed constantly. Exotic flowers were blooming, and the trees parted for the sun to shine through on sunny days. There was also two umbrella covered round benches. Sage came here often.