Ithor
Vida rocked back and forth on her heels waiting for her lesson to begin, but she was quickly becoming bored. She was supposed to be meeting with Knight Orlan, or as some of the other padawans had called him: Jedi Crankis. This of course, set in mind nerves that the young jedi learner kept thinking about. She heard this knight was in battles, real ones, and he had lost his arm, which sent chills throughout her body as she tried to image herself without an arm. She hoped they would do something cool, she felt like all she did was work as she caught up on lessons to improve her meditations and had even begun to attend classes for an education. To which, she felt completely incompetent since she dropped out of school before reaching secondary school.
Maybe this was all a mistake..., she thought to herself and now she was going to meet with the meanest jedi in the order. Maybe that was why she was getting the mean Jedi, because she wasn't good enough. She shoved her hands into her pockets of her altered padawan attire and started to walk around the room. She had ditched some of the pieces she was given for her robes and altered the rest; the streets taught her not to wear so many layers, it just meant someone could easily grab you, so she took in the sides of the tunic and the arms, making it more fitted to her form. She used some of the extra fabric to create a wider pant to give herself more flexibility and found a boot that didn't cut into the back of her calf.
At least she was not looking completely like she came from the lost and found, and paused to watch out the window that overlooked the Ithorian forests. It gave her pause, she had felt stupid for never really seeing a tree other than in pictures, but being here was so alien, foreign to her, it seemed surreal at times. She let her forehead fall against the glass as she watched, and continued to wait, beginning to wonder if this Knight was just not going to show up.
@Valen Pelora