Nathan Walks (Cadyren)

[Seafire]

The young padawan made his way through the temple with a hint of confusion on his face. Not really directed towards anything in general, but he always held that expression on his face. As he walked down the hall his dark skin seemed to compliment everything in the temple. His traditional robes laid loosely on his body and his must prized possession, his lightsaber rested on his hip. The boy made his way to a younglings instructional class, it was nostalgic to see the order that the class had. It reminded him of his younger days. He leaned on the wall as the instructor talked to them.

[Cadyren]

Raveal stood amongst the other younglings, a blindfold around his eyes. The others wore the helmets that were provided by the order, but Raveal didn’t enjoy having his ears flattened by the thing, and his muzzle stopped it from fitting on his head properly. His instructor had thought to have a helmet made for him, but he had decided to go with the blindfold. He didn’t want anyone to have to go through the trouble of designing a helmet just for him, and plus the blindfold felt comfortable.

The reason for the blindfold was that they were doing blaster deflection training. It was a pretty regular exercise, and one that Raveal enjoyed. It wasn’t one of his favorites, but he was good at it. He held a green training saber in his hands, the low hum of it drowning out most other noises.

Raveal wore a loose shirt, which had a wide collar on it so that it didn’t feel tight on his neck. It also allowed for his mane to be seen, which Raveal liked. His pants were very loose on his body, so that they didn’t press his fur onto his body and make him overheat.

Raveal could faintly hear the whirling of the little droid, the one that shot tiny blaster bolts at him that he had to deflect. His blade followed its movements, ready to strike against any bolts that were sent its way.

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The instructor watched as his students prepared themselves for the lesson, taking mental notes of their form as well as their presence in the force. Many of them had left themselves become one with the Force, letting it guide their actions, while others remained in the physical realm, letting their physical senses guide them.

The most curious of the students was probably Raveal, a young Shistavanen whose presence seemed to constantly waver, relying on the Force one second then his own physical abilities the other. It was an interesting thing. However it was something that the instructor would have to correct. While Raveal’s physical senses were much more potent then those of his peers, due to his Shistavanen heritage, they would not be reliable in a real battle, and would be overwhelmed quickly.

The instructor was about to make his way over to Raveal when he felt a presence enter the room. It felt unrefined, though not to the extent of the younglings before him. The old man turned towards the door, looking over at the young Padawan.

“Can I help you, young man?”

[Seafire]

(ooc= sorry for the wait.)
Seafire turned his head towards the instructor and with a slightly widen gaze, let his amber eyes rest on the man. A hesitating hum of un-surance ran up his throat. Leaning from off the gray wall, he stood in his position. " Well sir, I'm really just here to look. " With a submissive bow, he look back up his black wavy hair only inches above his brows. It was weird to bow to a Jedi instructor again, after losing his master Shandria. It seemed inappropriate to bow to anyone else. His earthly robes tread against the floor, his dark hood laid on his shoulders. " If you wish, I will leave immediately. " He could feel his allegiance in the force waver only slightly, the thoughts of his Master leaving him, was almost unbearable. It ate at his fealty little by little, almost as if trying to consume him. Everyday was a little harder for him.