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It was on Dantooine that it was to begin, it seemed. What on some days he imagined to be a day of great circumstance, of splendour. Like an important birthday, it came and seemed no different. He didn't feel very different.
Fallon Dio had lived on many different planets - his birth world, a planet he had never learnt the name of a precaution that was sometimes taken with Jedi taken from family before they developed memories of them, he'd lived on Coruscant, before it fell to the Sith. Hoth, before it was attacked by the Sith, then on the Station. Very recently, he'd been instructed to come here.
His training was to being properly. Of course he'd been trained a little. He knew how to sense the force, and the very very basics, how to swing a lightsaber around without hurting anyone. He knew the code. Just like any other hopeful becoming a Padawan.
He had woken up early. Very early. His dream had been disturbed again, something dark kept interrupting. It didn't bother him, but he wasn't pleased about missing sleep. Especially not today.
He had been sat in the room he had been told to attend for about an hour now, (or was it two?) balancing a small green stone on the point of one finger. He kept it in place using the force the only way he could - a basic form of manipulation. He liked this rock, it seemed to glow from within when he held it.
He flicked the rock off of his finger, allowing it to drop onto the point of the next. It wobbled, then he managed to get it to balance again.
He thought he heard footsteps outside, and he dropped the stone into his palm. It wouldn't be a very good first impression to be playing with a rock. On the other hand, would it be a good first impression to be sat doing nothing?
No-one came into the room. His conundrum averted, he returned to balancing the rock, and flicking it from fingertip to fingertip, slowly getting faster and faster.
Fallon Dio had lived on many different planets - his birth world, a planet he had never learnt the name of a precaution that was sometimes taken with Jedi taken from family before they developed memories of them, he'd lived on Coruscant, before it fell to the Sith. Hoth, before it was attacked by the Sith, then on the Station. Very recently, he'd been instructed to come here.
His training was to being properly. Of course he'd been trained a little. He knew how to sense the force, and the very very basics, how to swing a lightsaber around without hurting anyone. He knew the code. Just like any other hopeful becoming a Padawan.
He had woken up early. Very early. His dream had been disturbed again, something dark kept interrupting. It didn't bother him, but he wasn't pleased about missing sleep. Especially not today.
He had been sat in the room he had been told to attend for about an hour now, (or was it two?) balancing a small green stone on the point of one finger. He kept it in place using the force the only way he could - a basic form of manipulation. He liked this rock, it seemed to glow from within when he held it.
He flicked the rock off of his finger, allowing it to drop onto the point of the next. It wobbled, then he managed to get it to balance again.
He thought he heard footsteps outside, and he dropped the stone into his palm. It wouldn't be a very good first impression to be playing with a rock. On the other hand, would it be a good first impression to be sat doing nothing?
No-one came into the room. His conundrum averted, he returned to balancing the rock, and flicking it from fingertip to fingertip, slowly getting faster and faster.