He might not look like it given how neutral his expression was, but Haldir was panicking.
The emotion was so out of place, something his clan had taught him to banish because it clouded both mind and judgement, but it felt justified to be feeling such given the situation at hand. He would've admitted that he was feeling out of his depth, but like what he had been taught he kept it all inside. His face – free of the bandages that constantly hid it – was a placid mask, pale blue eyes locked on the patch of grass with a small white flower peeking from the viridian blades.
Haldir Eressëa had taken a student under his wing, a Padawan he was to train so she could take another step further to becoming a capable Knight. But who was he compared to Willa's former Master? Maxims Tionson was a great Jedi, someone the Arkanian Offshoot would never be able to hold a candle to. Compared to the Jedi Master he was... no, not nothing. Haldir had only ever met the man in passing before the Arkanian left the Order, but he knew Master Tionson would probably disapprove of how the Knight thought so little of himself compared to the human.
Another insecurity brushed aside. Another doubt that he could hopefully discard by the end of his duty to Willa.
Willa Kanz.
He stopped himself from delving further into memories of Dxun. Crix didn't blame him for what happened to his friend. Willa didn't blame him for the loss of her left eye. So Haldir would stop blaming himself. He didn't want to taint the bond he would inevitably forge with her by continuing to blame himself for something none of them could have avoided on the Demon Moon. And besides the two have proved their mettle. The Arkanian would now serve his purpose to the Order he once left behind.
He had waited for Willa to heal before asking the question they both wanted to give one another on Dxun. And while he would probably never be as good a teacher like Master Tionson had been, Haldir vowed to do his absolute best for his very first Padawan learner.
The Knight stood on a clearing outside the Temple, clad in his Jedi robes for the first time in days. Today marked the first day of his and Willa's journey as Master and Padawan, and while he had no general idea – despite the experiences he'd had with his own Master back in the day – how to proceed today, he settled for knowing his student first and foremost. Who she was as a person, the training she had received from her former Master and how far she'd been on it, and what kind of training she expected from Haldir himself.
Small steps first. After all, he wouldn't be able to truly teach her if he had no idea who he was teaching. Reading whatever file the Temple had on her would never be enough, after all.
@Killa Ree
The emotion was so out of place, something his clan had taught him to banish because it clouded both mind and judgement, but it felt justified to be feeling such given the situation at hand. He would've admitted that he was feeling out of his depth, but like what he had been taught he kept it all inside. His face – free of the bandages that constantly hid it – was a placid mask, pale blue eyes locked on the patch of grass with a small white flower peeking from the viridian blades.
Haldir Eressëa had taken a student under his wing, a Padawan he was to train so she could take another step further to becoming a capable Knight. But who was he compared to Willa's former Master? Maxims Tionson was a great Jedi, someone the Arkanian Offshoot would never be able to hold a candle to. Compared to the Jedi Master he was... no, not nothing. Haldir had only ever met the man in passing before the Arkanian left the Order, but he knew Master Tionson would probably disapprove of how the Knight thought so little of himself compared to the human.
Another insecurity brushed aside. Another doubt that he could hopefully discard by the end of his duty to Willa.
Willa Kanz.
He stopped himself from delving further into memories of Dxun. Crix didn't blame him for what happened to his friend. Willa didn't blame him for the loss of her left eye. So Haldir would stop blaming himself. He didn't want to taint the bond he would inevitably forge with her by continuing to blame himself for something none of them could have avoided on the Demon Moon. And besides the two have proved their mettle. The Arkanian would now serve his purpose to the Order he once left behind.
He had waited for Willa to heal before asking the question they both wanted to give one another on Dxun. And while he would probably never be as good a teacher like Master Tionson had been, Haldir vowed to do his absolute best for his very first Padawan learner.
The Knight stood on a clearing outside the Temple, clad in his Jedi robes for the first time in days. Today marked the first day of his and Willa's journey as Master and Padawan, and while he had no general idea – despite the experiences he'd had with his own Master back in the day – how to proceed today, he settled for knowing his student first and foremost. Who she was as a person, the training she had received from her former Master and how far she'd been on it, and what kind of training she expected from Haldir himself.
Small steps first. After all, he wouldn't be able to truly teach her if he had no idea who he was teaching. Reading whatever file the Temple had on her would never be enough, after all.
@Killa Ree