Master Maverick
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An echo through the Force resounded, crescendoed quickly within her mind until a voice pierced and made itself audible. "Greetings Master Ashara, so good to see you again! Come join us for a talk." The voice, at first, was unknown to the Togruta. She racked her mind for the identity of the individual because it was certainly familiar. However, she had taught so many students, and this was clearly a younger Jedi, that there were times when she got them mixed up. As well, without a face to go with the voice, it simply made it a bit harder. Even the presence that came with it muddled with all the others in such a way as to become almost indistinguishable, even to the Master Jedi. Were she more prepared for such an exclamation she may have been able to pick up more. As it was, she wasn't really expecting to meet any of her students here and was, thus, caught off-guard.
It was now that she focused herself with the swirling of the Force in this room. For several seconds she centered herself and allowed the Force to flow through her. Being so ill prepared made her uneasy, and this would simply not do. It was then that a flash in the Force filled her mind's eye with a vision. It was vague and cloudy and she didn't have time to ponder the implications. Rather she snapped out of it, keeping some of her concentration on that which bound all living things just enough to be a bit more aware of her surroundings. Having been under the impression that she wouldn't have to be on her guard was rather naive of her in the first place, but nevertheless she was somewhat unhappy with the turn of events.
Her head raised, and while she was certainly not the tallest individual in the room by any means, her montrals allowed for the wild movement to be picked up. She moved through the dense pack of bodies until she finally saw the waving hand peaking up above the heads of the party goers. She was slightly embarrassed for him due to the incredulous glaces from those nearby at the distraction. Also, he was a bit more excited than she thought he should have been. She had only taught him once, but everyone took to such things different, and she quickly ended up just accepting the situation and moving towards the young Jedi.
Picking up her dress slightly, she moved through the crowd. Excusing her way past multiple people, it took a bit longer than she would have liked to reach them. "Good evening, Roy," she said in her soft, warm voice. "I trust you are keeping out of trouble?" It was merely a joke, and the sly grin on her face, not to mention her tone, proved this.
Turning the the lithe, red haired man, she noted his dress, but most importantly his sword. She neither allowed her eyes to linger on the weapon, nor a face to be made at his choice of dress. "Good evening, I am Ashara." Her thin smile produced small wrinkles by her eyes, indicating that it, and her welcome, were genuine. Her hand was outstretched to engage in a formal handshake as she expect him to introduce himself in kind, as was proper social etiquette.
It was now that she focused herself with the swirling of the Force in this room. For several seconds she centered herself and allowed the Force to flow through her. Being so ill prepared made her uneasy, and this would simply not do. It was then that a flash in the Force filled her mind's eye with a vision. It was vague and cloudy and she didn't have time to ponder the implications. Rather she snapped out of it, keeping some of her concentration on that which bound all living things just enough to be a bit more aware of her surroundings. Having been under the impression that she wouldn't have to be on her guard was rather naive of her in the first place, but nevertheless she was somewhat unhappy with the turn of events.
Her head raised, and while she was certainly not the tallest individual in the room by any means, her montrals allowed for the wild movement to be picked up. She moved through the dense pack of bodies until she finally saw the waving hand peaking up above the heads of the party goers. She was slightly embarrassed for him due to the incredulous glaces from those nearby at the distraction. Also, he was a bit more excited than she thought he should have been. She had only taught him once, but everyone took to such things different, and she quickly ended up just accepting the situation and moving towards the young Jedi.
Picking up her dress slightly, she moved through the crowd. Excusing her way past multiple people, it took a bit longer than she would have liked to reach them. "Good evening, Roy," she said in her soft, warm voice. "I trust you are keeping out of trouble?" It was merely a joke, and the sly grin on her face, not to mention her tone, proved this.
Turning the the lithe, red haired man, she noted his dress, but most importantly his sword. She neither allowed her eyes to linger on the weapon, nor a face to be made at his choice of dress. "Good evening, I am Ashara." Her thin smile produced small wrinkles by her eyes, indicating that it, and her welcome, were genuine. Her hand was outstretched to engage in a formal handshake as she expect him to introduce himself in kind, as was proper social etiquette.