Uniform clean and on, boots laced, daggers in place, hair pulled back in a plated tail and the serpent wound round her waist, Jins arrived in her first class and looked around. She was told the class was just starting, so her arrival wasn't going to leave her more than a day or so behind. She was fine with that as she found a place on the benches around the room as the others took their seats as if a silent bell had sounded she, somehow, had missed.

The instructor walked in, gave a brief introduction and then paired the students up as they had been the day before, each before a stack of three weighted cargo containers. The five who were left, of which Jinsala was one, were paired off in a set of two, and a set of three. The young woman found herself paired with a human male, Marcus, and a human female named Urnesta. Marcus was older than the two girls and decided he would show them how it was done.

The point of the exercise, her instructor told the new five, was to bring a sense of calm to your center. To let your emotions drain away and feel your feet beneath you. With this balance, you could then fill your body with the Force and use that as an extension of your arms and senses to lift the boxes and restack them beside their current location.

Marcus sneered the whole time as if he were above all the petty instruction. His parents were Jedi, he boasted and claimed that school was merely a formality. He had been told at a young age he had the gift. When Jins dared to ask why he was just beginning to learn now, late as she was, he merely scoffed at her proceeded to ignore her. Urnesta, on the other hand, beamed at him like he was her personal Master. She had only just been discovered, since no one around her was gifted, and this was her chance to learn and go home to help those less fortunate. Jins merely nodded when asked if that was her reason for being here. She had no desire to let them know that there were hotter reasons that burned in her.

As Marcus took his turn, the boxes toppled, fell, and were restacked twice by the instructor as he was told he needed to clear his mind first. He finally managed, but was so frustrated, his boxes were once more barely balanced and Jins actually had to physically push one to keep it from falling on the oblivious third member of their little party.

When it came her turn, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. But as she did so, she frowned. She had felt the Force before, with Ezra, and it hadn't felt like this. This was... diluted... somehow. She set both arms out before her and barely wavered the top box. Taking a breath and trying once more, she did it again. But again, nothing of significance happened. Wondering if Ezra had merely glimpsed a moment of panic, she shook her head and mumbled. "No... he said I had to unlearn everything. To rid myself of those boundaries." She tried once more but as failure mocked her a third time, rage rose in her. An anger at being a failure once more consumed her and the heat she felt in her stomach radiated out from her and the box shot straight into the air.

A cry of alarm went up but as the teacher turned, a half second before the Force whisked the box in the air, Jins realized what she had done and her eyes widened as her grin of triumph did. She sent her arms skyward and managed to halt the box mid air. She had been shocked enough by what had occurred that she wasn't sure what to do next. The teacher came to her side, rested a hand on her shoulder and spoke softly. Jinsala doubted anyone was listening, being so enraptured by the box hovering several meters in the air. "Pull it back, Wayani... draw the heat back into you. Shorten your reach with it so it lowers to where you desire it." The words of encouragement, wavering with what Jins guessed was disappointment, continued till the box lay perfectly balanced back on the stack.

A gasp of held breath escaped her lungs as Jins looked to Marcus who seemed hell bent on revenge and his look made her realize she would have to watch her back with him. The teacher tapped her shoulder and nodded before walking away. "Learn control, Wayani." Was all she said as she moved to the comm near the podium she taught from. "You are next, Miss Nills." She directed Urnesta. Jins stepped back and let Urnesta and Marcus have another go at it. She felt the serpent roll around her mid section. But whether it was agitated at her holding her breath, or comforting her on her success, she had no idea.

The instructor tapped out a message to Ezra's personal box...

"Sir... the student you sent to me needs more work before being advanced. Today in class she allowed her rage to fuel her and the lesson nearly crashed into the ceiling. She will be held back at the cycle turn next week if she does not get her emotions under control. Rage is a dangerous emotion to draw on and should not be encouraged.

I am sure you understand. I am willing to work with her, with your permission of course.

Sincerely,
Master Princeta Donar
Force Motion Instructor"

The message was sent and the woman watched as they took turns once more. Jins control this time was a bit better, the box not lifting quite so high, but the anger in the girl still being the driving force of her power. She shook her head and knew this one would take a firm and gentle hand to guide. She had potential but her lack of centering would be her undoing. The girl needed to learn to use 'all' her emotions.