Training Grounds
Jedi Temple
"One!.. Two!.. Three!.. Deflect!.. Riposte!.. Retreat!.. One!.. Two!.. Three!..." The Zeltron extinguished her azure blade, put the hilt on the belt and clasped the hands behind her back: "Carry on without the comands, 30 minutes. Yes Wilfur, exactly 30 minutes. No Jaesa, my absence is no excuse for slacking. I might not be looking at you, but I can sense what you're up to. Keep at it! You have a remote session ahead of you. If you don't want to get a sting, this is your best bet!"
Kori—no, Knight Nykoria Tallis—stepped away from the court. A couple dozen younglings, initiates, and even Padawans sharpened their lightsaber skills, and it was Nykoria who instructed them that time. About 6 months ago, she wouldn't have believed that. She was just a freshly-Knighted hermit who shied away from most of the usual Knightly duties in her refuge outside the temple. But a few missions and close calls, as well as getting an unexpected Padawan hadn't gone without effect on the Zeltron.
Sure, Nykoria still wasn't the most often sight at the temple. But she discovered something that she didn't think she had: a taste for teaching. And since lightsaber combat was probably her strongest suit, that's what she volunteered to instruct. However, the Zeltron realized that her skills in other areas could use some practice. That's why she walked away from the court, assumed a meditation pose on the stone nearby and closed her eyes. The intention was to reach out with the Force and sense every single person on the training ground. Who knows, perhaps she'd run across some familiar faces or make new acquaintances. In the worst case, she'd get some practice in an area she often neglected.
She definitely sensed a few Knights and Padawans passing by, or practicing the other aspects of being a Jedi (such as the Force, lightsaber construction, you name it) nearby. Some of them were even familiar at this point, but Kori couldn't quite put it yet.
Jedi Temple
"One!.. Two!.. Three!.. Deflect!.. Riposte!.. Retreat!.. One!.. Two!.. Three!..." The Zeltron extinguished her azure blade, put the hilt on the belt and clasped the hands behind her back: "Carry on without the comands, 30 minutes. Yes Wilfur, exactly 30 minutes. No Jaesa, my absence is no excuse for slacking. I might not be looking at you, but I can sense what you're up to. Keep at it! You have a remote session ahead of you. If you don't want to get a sting, this is your best bet!"
Kori—no, Knight Nykoria Tallis—stepped away from the court. A couple dozen younglings, initiates, and even Padawans sharpened their lightsaber skills, and it was Nykoria who instructed them that time. About 6 months ago, she wouldn't have believed that. She was just a freshly-Knighted hermit who shied away from most of the usual Knightly duties in her refuge outside the temple. But a few missions and close calls, as well as getting an unexpected Padawan hadn't gone without effect on the Zeltron.
Sure, Nykoria still wasn't the most often sight at the temple. But she discovered something that she didn't think she had: a taste for teaching. And since lightsaber combat was probably her strongest suit, that's what she volunteered to instruct. However, the Zeltron realized that her skills in other areas could use some practice. That's why she walked away from the court, assumed a meditation pose on the stone nearby and closed her eyes. The intention was to reach out with the Force and sense every single person on the training ground. Who knows, perhaps she'd run across some familiar faces or make new acquaintances. In the worst case, she'd get some practice in an area she often neglected.
She definitely sensed a few Knights and Padawans passing by, or practicing the other aspects of being a Jedi (such as the Force, lightsaber construction, you name it) nearby. Some of them were even familiar at this point, but Kori couldn't quite put it yet.