"What do I remember from my days as a Padawan?" Atris echoed, arching an eyebrow as she considered the question. She shook her head, laughing gently. "I have a feeling this is a trap. A clever ruse, intended to take my mind off of you and be reminded of all of my past failures."
There were a hundred ways she could answer that question, a thousand different experiences she could draw from, but she decided to respond with the answer she believed Ruzaan needed the most right now. "Wildly imperfect," was the description she settled on, smiling softly at him before turning her attention elsewhere. She settled on the single bench that had been placed alongside the pathway and rested her chin on her hand.
"Thankfully, my Master was a fountain of patience. He never gave up on me, no matter how many times I gave him reason to. Any admirable attributes I might possess, anything laudable I might do— it's all because of him. He taught me everything I know, and he was everything that I want to be. I don't think any of us are ever done growing up, Ruz. We're always changing, and life is always forcing us to adapt. Very little changes day to day, but each sunrise is a new beginning. We wake up every morning and try to be a little better than we were the day before. That's all we can do."
Life had changed since her days as a Padawan learner, particularly for the Jedi Order. Storms laid ahead of them, dark and difficult challenges on the horizon. The fate of the Jedi Order— the fate of the galaxy— was unknown. Life's higher calling, the duty to protect morality and others above oneself rested on the shoulders of the Jedi Padawans of today and the Jedi Knights of tomorrow.
The Jedi were the gatekeepers, the light that drove the darkness from the grounds and kept those nestled away inside the house safe and sound. The people within the house often hated the gatekeepers for hiding the mysteries and allurements of the dark, but without the gatekeepers, darkness would prevail and the galaxy would be plunged into shadow. Nothing worth having lurked in the shadows.
Her brown eyes settled on Ruzaan once again, and a fond smile formed on her lips. In a playful tone she added, "See? There's still hope for you yet."
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There were a hundred ways she could answer that question, a thousand different experiences she could draw from, but she decided to respond with the answer she believed Ruzaan needed the most right now. "Wildly imperfect," was the description she settled on, smiling softly at him before turning her attention elsewhere. She settled on the single bench that had been placed alongside the pathway and rested her chin on her hand.
"Thankfully, my Master was a fountain of patience. He never gave up on me, no matter how many times I gave him reason to. Any admirable attributes I might possess, anything laudable I might do— it's all because of him. He taught me everything I know, and he was everything that I want to be. I don't think any of us are ever done growing up, Ruz. We're always changing, and life is always forcing us to adapt. Very little changes day to day, but each sunrise is a new beginning. We wake up every morning and try to be a little better than we were the day before. That's all we can do."
Life had changed since her days as a Padawan learner, particularly for the Jedi Order. Storms laid ahead of them, dark and difficult challenges on the horizon. The fate of the Jedi Order— the fate of the galaxy— was unknown. Life's higher calling, the duty to protect morality and others above oneself rested on the shoulders of the Jedi Padawans of today and the Jedi Knights of tomorrow.
The Jedi were the gatekeepers, the light that drove the darkness from the grounds and kept those nestled away inside the house safe and sound. The people within the house often hated the gatekeepers for hiding the mysteries and allurements of the dark, but without the gatekeepers, darkness would prevail and the galaxy would be plunged into shadow. Nothing worth having lurked in the shadows.
Her brown eyes settled on Ruzaan once again, and a fond smile formed on her lips. In a playful tone she added, "See? There's still hope for you yet."
@SlagathorTheUnknown