Enter the Fist (Apillis)

[Dire Wolf]

Golden rays of sunlight streamed through the lone window within the large training room; though it had been meant to instruct a class of no more than thirty students only a single woman moved within. Each movement was smooth and precise; not a single twitch of her body happened without deliberate intent. Each action flowed into the next in what resembled a slow motion dance, but this dance gradually picked up in speed and intensity as she flowed through the various forms.

The Leaf Dances on the Breeze had the woman moving in circular motions as to evade incoming attacks, though at a snail’s pace. As her breathing deepened this pace grew in speed and ferocity until her work drew up sweat along her brow. When the time came to shift into the next form, The Wind Batters the Rock, her pace slowed to a crawl yet again. A sudden pneumatic hiss of the room's only sliding door made Rhissai jump in surprise, and interrupted her mid-form. Even so, she wasn't mad: far from it.

Though her back was to the door her perceptions spoke of a young man. No small amount of excitement caused Rhissai’s heart to flutter as she turned to view her first student, but that excitement quickly turned into disappointment. That morning the Jedi Master had extended an offer to instruct her own styles of unarmed combat to any Jedi in the Temple willing to learn. The scheduled start time had been fifteen minutes prior. Rhissai had mastered two unarmed styles of her home world, both of which had only been a boon to not only her own combat style but her footwork during lightsaber duels as well.

Rhissai blinked at the slightly pudgy young knight with a datapad in one hand a thick tome in the other. Confusion exuded from the young man when their eyes finally met, but no more than she felt within herself. Before she had turned to view the boy a slight smile had begun to creep along the corners of her mouth; afterwards it had been replaced by the serene, stoic facade that every Jedi knew too well. It didn’t require knowledge of Kinetic Communication to know that the boy didn’t have any desire to learn the arts of the Falling Leaf or the Flowing River.

“This isn’t Master Fell’s class on the Infinite Empire. Is it,” the boy croaked with a blush on his face.

“No, no it’s not,” a warm, motherly smile appeared on her face, “that’s next door.”

“Thanks,” the boy left the room with little more than the hiss of the door to punctuate his exit.

That smile vanished the instant that the door slid shut, and she turned to collect her boots with a stoney face and a blank mind. Rhissai had barely reached her boots when the door slid open yet again. A different presence fluttered about her awareness. This one was strong and familiar, but she hadn’t spoken to any that she knew for too long to take stock in her perceptions.

“Master Fell’s class is next door,” she hadn't bothered to turn and face the second mistaken archivist. Instead she bent down to snatch up her boots.

[Apillis]

Let it never be said that Aeia does not enjoy her work as a Jedi Instructor, teaching younglings to experienced padawans alike. But, like anyone, she does cherish moments where she is on her own, or at the very least the times she is not in class teaching. More so, during such times when she can be with friends and colleagues some of which she had known for much her life, some were even once students of hers. It is in such moments she can let her hair down, and be more casual.

Training in any form was a pleasant pastime for Aeia, for her it is meditative while being able to hone and refine her ability incrementally. So if one were to look for her outside of a classroom, a safe between would be one of the training areas within the Jedi Temple, or in one of the workshops crafting diligently crafting a lightsaber from some unique materials most Jedi would never consider. But this day, it was one of the training rooms one could find her.

Aeia smirked a little as she it was clear that one of her old colleagues, one she considered an old friend was within the training room she ventured into. She watched the woman direct a student to where training sessions for a class were being commenced. Though, it was she watched her colleague start to bend over to pick up her boots Aeia found herself at a crossroads of making a choice...

It only took a fraction of a second for Aeia to make her decision and it was reflected in the devious little smirk she gained upon her lips. +1 Dark Side

With swift soft steps, Aeia traversed the distance between she and Rhiss with all the silence of the tiniest fish swimming in the largest ocean. The moment she stood directly behind Rhiss as she was bent over grabbing hold of her boots, Aeia's right open hand was pulled back high into the air and came down like the hammer of a god striking Rhiss' right buttcheek accompanied by a loud smack!

With an ever glowing and beaming grin of pride in herself Aeia could not help herself but laugh at her own quite childish antics, even laying an idle left hand on her chest as she continued laugh hysterically.

[Dire Wolf]

The presence didn't vanish at her words, though. Instead it quickly and stealthily approached. Rhissai barely had time to stand before the crack of flat palm on butt cheek echoed throughout the room. It was quickly followed by bubbling laughter when the Jedi Master jumped in a mixture of surprise. Short black hair whirled around along with the woman to see Aeia, a woman she hadn't seen since before Rhen Var, caught in a fit of that laughter.

Rhissai narrowed her eyes at the angelic woman giggling before her. Despite the fact that Aeia was a high councilwoman and Rhiss herself was a former one, disgraced or no, they still acted like a pair of padawans when alone. Children. She wouldn't have it any other way. Her rump stung and her hand's attempt to rub at it only seemed to make it worse. Without warning (or thought) she lunged forward with all of her natural power. Once on the ground the woman would send probing fingers to Aeia's belly and flank.

Even a Jedi could be tickled. A malicious laugh bubbled out of the sixty five year old woman as she struggled to remain in control of the childish antics that could only end in trouble. "Smack my shebs will you!"