Caul had underestimated how much he’d been affected by the mall incident. Currently, he was pressed up against the cool durasteel plating of the Spaceport waiting for the press of beings to let up so he could move. Crowds freaked him out. They’d always made him uneasy, he’d spent his childhood on Yavin then Ithor, now he was bounced back and forth between Brighthome and Starlight so much that any chance of making a friend or getting help for his—
The Padawan took a breath.
Caul closed his eyes and leaned on the force. He was ashamed of his “issue.” It made him feel weak, like he was a burden. Luckily, it hadn’t caused him any problems during training, but what would happen when he was on a mission? What if it were up to him to rush through a crowd— Just the thought of it spiked his anxiety. He took another breath, his heart was hammering in his chest, as he tried to calm himself.
Fists clenched until his knuckles went white and his nails dug into his palms. Sweat beaded his forehead. Then there was an opening. Caul shot forward doing his best not to run, and only half succeeding. The Padawan managed to slip through the press of bodies and get out into the main hub of the space port. The sense of relief that flooded him nearly brought a tear to his eye as he landed in a mostly empty food court.
Caul looked around. He’d never been to this particular location before. He was on his way to Ord Mantell and couldn’t remember exactly where he was, but he knew it was close to the Bright Jewel System. He’d been sent with a group of others but of course, his panic attack had locked him in place and no one had noticed he was missing. He sighed, there had to be a directory around, his eyes fell on a woman a few tables over and rather than risking another full shut down he decided to ask for directions.
“Sorry to bother you, Ma’am, but you wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest directory is, do you?”
@LilyNion
The Padawan took a breath.
Caul closed his eyes and leaned on the force. He was ashamed of his “issue.” It made him feel weak, like he was a burden. Luckily, it hadn’t caused him any problems during training, but what would happen when he was on a mission? What if it were up to him to rush through a crowd— Just the thought of it spiked his anxiety. He took another breath, his heart was hammering in his chest, as he tried to calm himself.
Fists clenched until his knuckles went white and his nails dug into his palms. Sweat beaded his forehead. Then there was an opening. Caul shot forward doing his best not to run, and only half succeeding. The Padawan managed to slip through the press of bodies and get out into the main hub of the space port. The sense of relief that flooded him nearly brought a tear to his eye as he landed in a mostly empty food court.
Caul looked around. He’d never been to this particular location before. He was on his way to Ord Mantell and couldn’t remember exactly where he was, but he knew it was close to the Bright Jewel System. He’d been sent with a group of others but of course, his panic attack had locked him in place and no one had noticed he was missing. He sighed, there had to be a directory around, his eyes fell on a woman a few tables over and rather than risking another full shut down he decided to ask for directions.
“Sorry to bother you, Ma’am, but you wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest directory is, do you?”
@LilyNion