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It was a large room, large enough to be a theater or something similar. Instead, however, it was a training hall. Jainee felt she needed to get very familiar with this place. She wasn't used to the clothes she was wearing though. He blue fur coat was so thin, it may have well just been skin. Her fur was the longest on her tail and in her hair. Other than that, it could've been mistaken for skin by a blind man. It did, however, keep her warm much to her surprise.
She wanted to look her best for today, though. She'd seen few Jedi of her own kind, most of them with orange fur. She wore something similar to a bikini with a loincloth over her more private area. Her legs were revealed, showing a white tattoo on her right thigh. She felt as though she was revealing too much of her curves, though. It was her first day and she wished to look her best, but she wondered if she tried too hard.
At her side was her lightstaff. It was the only thing she had left of her father. She figured saber techniques worked with all light weapons. Her staff wouldn't be any different. It's design, which was made by her father, was native to her people. It was sort of a tribal design, but still held a contemporary feel to it. She felt it was appropriate to herself.
She went through in her head everything she was going to say to her master; repeating the Jedi code, explaining the force, asking the right questions. She wanted to make sure she was the best student her master could hope for, but not everyone's perfect. Her ears then perked at the sound of footsteps coming from behind the doors. She readied herself.
She wanted to look her best for today, though. She'd seen few Jedi of her own kind, most of them with orange fur. She wore something similar to a bikini with a loincloth over her more private area. Her legs were revealed, showing a white tattoo on her right thigh. She felt as though she was revealing too much of her curves, though. It was her first day and she wished to look her best, but she wondered if she tried too hard.
At her side was her lightstaff. It was the only thing she had left of her father. She figured saber techniques worked with all light weapons. Her staff wouldn't be any different. It's design, which was made by her father, was native to her people. It was sort of a tribal design, but still held a contemporary feel to it. She felt it was appropriate to herself.
She went through in her head everything she was going to say to her master; repeating the Jedi code, explaining the force, asking the right questions. She wanted to make sure she was the best student her master could hope for, but not everyone's perfect. Her ears then perked at the sound of footsteps coming from behind the doors. She readied herself.