TM #225: "Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?" Marcel Marceau
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She's known for years how to use the Force. She's been taught since childhood in the Temple, drilling exercises into her until it became second nature. It had become routine, something that she did almost as instinctively as walking.
What she had just done wasn't walking. It was dancing.
Master Quinlan is talking to the captain of the skyboat that they've just rescued. It's Aayla's first mission as his Padawan. She's twelve years old, and only just realizing what it is that she's helped to do.
It hits her like an almost physical force (her mind catches the pun and she resists the urge to giggle. It's not a very good pun, anyway) as she's catching her breath. She's just fought pirates. She had been terrified, and Master Quinlan had charged ahead and she didn't think that she would be able to follow but then her legs started moving and her lightsaber was in her hand and it was almost like one of the sparring sessions in the Temple. She had reached out into that part of herself that was attuned to the Force and it had been like she was above herself, calmly watching as things happened, and she had thought, Oh, so this is how it works. She felt no fear as she deflected the blaster bolts being fired in her direction, though now she's nearly giddy thinking about it (They shot at me, her mind starts to say, but she focuses on remembering how easy it felt to just not get hit and staves off panic. Panic will ruin this for her.)
She's heard all the stories of Jedi out in the galaxy, doing good and keeping the peace, and she'd dreamed of being one of them, but this is real. She's actually on her way to being one of them.
Master Quinlan turns away from the captain and drops his Jedi face as he looks at her. He's her friend, her mentor, and he gives her a smile. "So, how do you feel?"
She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. She closes it again and grins back instead.
She's known for years how to use the Force. She's been taught since childhood in the Temple, drilling exercises into her until it became second nature. It had become routine, something that she did almost as instinctively as walking.
What she had just done wasn't walking. It was dancing.
Master Quinlan is talking to the captain of the skyboat that they've just rescued. It's Aayla's first mission as his Padawan. She's twelve years old, and only just realizing what it is that she's helped to do.
It hits her like an almost physical force (her mind catches the pun and she resists the urge to giggle. It's not a very good pun, anyway) as she's catching her breath. She's just fought pirates. She had been terrified, and Master Quinlan had charged ahead and she didn't think that she would be able to follow but then her legs started moving and her lightsaber was in her hand and it was almost like one of the sparring sessions in the Temple. She had reached out into that part of herself that was attuned to the Force and it had been like she was above herself, calmly watching as things happened, and she had thought, Oh, so this is how it works. She felt no fear as she deflected the blaster bolts being fired in her direction, though now she's nearly giddy thinking about it (They shot at me, her mind starts to say, but she focuses on remembering how easy it felt to just not get hit and staves off panic. Panic will ruin this for her.)
She's heard all the stories of Jedi out in the galaxy, doing good and keeping the peace, and she'd dreamed of being one of them, but this is real. She's actually on her way to being one of them.
Master Quinlan turns away from the captain and drops his Jedi face as he looks at her. He's her friend, her mentor, and he gives her a smile. "So, how do you feel?"
She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. She closes it again and grins back instead.