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Saia sat there in the room, smiling softly, her legs crossed and a lightsaber hovered over her exposed right palm which rested on her knee. Her mind was, once again, lost deep in meditation. She found it relaxing and freeing, letting her thoughts get washed away by a tide of peace. Her crystal blue eyes were hidden beneath her eyelids, her eyelashes laying flat against her golden toned skin. Black hair framed her face which seemed to glow in relation to it, and she wore her tan tunic and familiar black boot wraps.
She was excited today, the very emotion she was meditating to suppress. Her two closest friends were to meet her today, in this room, to test her and each other. She would need all of her focus with her today, lest she be burned again by a saber.
The thought broke her meditation for a moment, her senses grasping to rationalize her place in the room. It was somewhat cold, for her at least, the room temperature aboard spaceships never quite sat well with her. The manufactured air and sustained temperature just wasn't natural. The feel of the artificial gravity was different. She peaked out with her eyes and noticed the floor beneath her, small tiles. She smiled, an idea coming to her head, before closing her eyes again. Her smile was mischievous, and she was beginning to worry Akacen may be becoming used to it. Maybe he'd be able to predict her mischief. Maybe, but maybe not today. Her smile widened, and she waited calmly.
[[post order is the way it is first round, xyrael, ___, ___; unless a change is agreed on between us, participants know who they are :P]]
She was excited today, the very emotion she was meditating to suppress. Her two closest friends were to meet her today, in this room, to test her and each other. She would need all of her focus with her today, lest she be burned again by a saber.
The thought broke her meditation for a moment, her senses grasping to rationalize her place in the room. It was somewhat cold, for her at least, the room temperature aboard spaceships never quite sat well with her. The manufactured air and sustained temperature just wasn't natural. The feel of the artificial gravity was different. She peaked out with her eyes and noticed the floor beneath her, small tiles. She smiled, an idea coming to her head, before closing her eyes again. Her smile was mischievous, and she was beginning to worry Akacen may be becoming used to it. Maybe he'd be able to predict her mischief. Maybe, but maybe not today. Her smile widened, and she waited calmly.
[[post order is the way it is first round, xyrael, ___, ___; unless a change is agreed on between us, participants know who they are :P]]
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