Sitting there in the great hall, draped in a shoddy dress that once was elegant and well maintained, she awaits her new Master. Looking at The Great Halls' well carved statues that rise above the polished floor is a cryptic reminder of the Self-glorification that occurs here. Her hazel eyes stare upon the floor, gazing at her own beaten reflection. Her hair untamed by a brush, makes her appear more wild then she very well may be. At her sides, hanging by a thin clip, are her twin lightsabers which rest just above the surface of the bench she sits upon. Her hands themselves lazily placed upon her lap, one hand on top of the other. She waits there in silence, not motioning to move or even utter a single word.
Her ears pick up the faintest cries of pain coming from some distant corridor where she can only assume training is occurring. The sounds of the misery itself, increases her willingness to under go her own training practices. She couldn't help but feel gitty inside, after all she did enjoy pain. She looked to the bottom portion of her arms, just underneath the elbow, and grinned at her self-inflicted marks. Her head straightened up once more staring a peculiar statue, a statue of a figure cloaked and concealed. Her thoughts themselves began to wander..
Her ears pick up the faintest cries of pain coming from some distant corridor where she can only assume training is occurring. The sounds of the misery itself, increases her willingness to under go her own training practices. She couldn't help but feel gitty inside, after all she did enjoy pain. She looked to the bottom portion of her arms, just underneath the elbow, and grinned at her self-inflicted marks. Her head straightened up once more staring a peculiar statue, a statue of a figure cloaked and concealed. Her thoughts themselves began to wander..