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Jamall imitated his master's pose, sitting down across from him and adopting the classic meditation posture. He listened closely to what his master was saying as he closed his eyes, his keen feline ears rotating about as he listened to the world around him, before finally flattening against his skull to silence most of the sound so he could focus on the object - whatever it was - that was buried in the sand.
He didn't immediately answer his master, instead reaching out with the Force and probing the sand in front of him. He had dabbled in telekinesis a few times before, at night in his quarters while he was meditating. It was accidental for the most part, occurring just when he concentrated on an object in his room, but it gave him a bit of extra insight into how to actually use and control that power.
After a few moments, he found whatever it was buried in the sand, and seized it with the force. His brow furrowed heavily in concentration as he began to lift it, the sand in the center of the circle shaking violently before spilling off to the sides as a badly weatherworn bust of a long-forgotten Jedi Master rose up out of the sand, tiny grains of the golden particles rolling off the ancient rock of the bust as it came to finally hover roughly a meter in midair, between Jamall and Koru.
The cathar risked opening his eyes, and looked on at the object as it lazily floated in mid-air, suspended by his use of the Force. On a whim, he slowly rotated it around several times, before stopping, and manipulating it into an upside-down position, at which point he nearly lost concentration, causing it to dip to within a quarter of a meter to the ground. "Oops." He muttered, his brow furrowing in concentration again as he lifted it back to its previous height and turned it back so that it was facing right-side up again, just as it had when he lifted it out of the ground.
He found it difficult to maintain control over the object, but then again, he was still very new to manipulating the Force. He supposed that through time, he would become more adept in its use.
He didn't immediately answer his master, instead reaching out with the Force and probing the sand in front of him. He had dabbled in telekinesis a few times before, at night in his quarters while he was meditating. It was accidental for the most part, occurring just when he concentrated on an object in his room, but it gave him a bit of extra insight into how to actually use and control that power.
After a few moments, he found whatever it was buried in the sand, and seized it with the force. His brow furrowed heavily in concentration as he began to lift it, the sand in the center of the circle shaking violently before spilling off to the sides as a badly weatherworn bust of a long-forgotten Jedi Master rose up out of the sand, tiny grains of the golden particles rolling off the ancient rock of the bust as it came to finally hover roughly a meter in midair, between Jamall and Koru.
The cathar risked opening his eyes, and looked on at the object as it lazily floated in mid-air, suspended by his use of the Force. On a whim, he slowly rotated it around several times, before stopping, and manipulating it into an upside-down position, at which point he nearly lost concentration, causing it to dip to within a quarter of a meter to the ground. "Oops." He muttered, his brow furrowing in concentration again as he lifted it back to its previous height and turned it back so that it was facing right-side up again, just as it had when he lifted it out of the ground.
He found it difficult to maintain control over the object, but then again, he was still very new to manipulating the Force. He supposed that through time, he would become more adept in its use.