Wandering the Temple |Squee|

[Jerek]

Jarael stepped out of the training room and into the hall. He walked down it, thinking to himself. He was somewhat overlooked by many Masters. He was starting to think no Master or Knight would take him on as a Padawan. As he walked, his braid dangled down his back, moving from side to side. The sunn's light came through some windows, reflecting off of the neatly polished floors of the Temple.

Jarael soon found his way to th archives. He went down into a section and grabbed a book. He opened it and turned to a certain page. It was about lightsaber construction. Jarael usually check this book out to read this particular page. He so longed to make his own lightsaber. Afte ra minute or so of reading the instructions, Jarael palced the book back on the shelf.

He turned and walked back to thee archive door. He wondered what he would do now. No one would duel him in the trianing room after seeing him duel the older Padawan. He walked down the hall, and just began wandering the Temple.

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She had quite the headache. The bridge of her nose felt heavy, as if congested from allergies. She wasn’t sniffling, suggesting that she was not congested. The pain of the headache seemed to radiate from that one spot, unfortunately. It drove across the backs of her eyebrows and dived down to sting behind her eyes. From that bridge, it also stretched upward like a thousand tiny fingers shaped into the slimy, slithering figures of snakes. Those snakes arced up to the very roots of her hair then struck inward at her brain. The radiation of pain caused the front part of her brain to throb.

“Mistress Rayn, I really wished you had decided to give your body a decent rest. In the last few days, you immune systems have stimulated. You’ve eaten less, drank less, and you’re tired all the time. Please, may I suggest returning to your dorm.” CJ. Always the protocol droid. Always the caretaker. Always the mother Rayn had never had.

Her headache was playing the tinkering mechanic with her mood. Infuriating thoughts of CJ crept across the older Jedi’s mind, sneaking nearly childish thoughts on how she could look and care after herself. How she didn’t need the droid to cater her and follow in tow everywhere the Master went. Arms or no arms. She should’ve just deactivated the droid like she did Hiccup. Left both the assassin droid AND the protocol droid in her dorm and wandered the Temple on her own.

However, with this reasoning beyond Rayn at the moment: she needed the droid. Her headache distracted her concentration on telekinetic powers. It wasn’t easy to lift objects in the air, using her eyes as hands since she had none, to simply march ( or float) them off to where they needed to be. Everything Rayn did, it was with the power of her mind, and nothing else. CJ was here to carry out what duties Rayn simply couldn’t afford to attempt to cover on her own. She was likely to accidentally knock someone out with something in the Archives.

That was a simple whim. Rayn had been cozily snuggled within the blankets of her bed when there was an urge to go to the Archives. What she was looking for, she hadn’t the faintest idea. When she stirred, CJ and Hiccup had awoken and Rayn had the presence of mind to deactivate Hiccup. CJ she let come along. Simple robes, like one would use for training, and minus the cloak, Rayn strode her way through the halls with that uncanny balance she had for one with the deduction of two upper limbs.

CJ and Rayn passed a young boy who seemed to be brooding on something only he saw. Rayn tried giving him a little grin when she passed, as if to encourage the boy’s spirits. It came off as a half pained grimace, really. The boy and Rayn passed, the boy not so much as looking at Rayn…

And suddenly, the Archives weren’t so important. Rayn, a Master who devoted most of her time to Younglings and new Padawans –when they’re masters weren’t around- wasn’t going to tolerate the boy’s rather dreary, mopey mood. It couldn’t been the forehead ache talking, but, the Jedi Master currently didn’t care. She stopped, whirled about and stretched her mind to the boy’s, in case he didn’t hear her “Young man!” calling.

She came after him… Oh my. She just now realized the boy was rather tall. A good five inches above Rayn if more. Silently, in another room of her brain, Rayn grumbled something about how she blamed old genetics for her vertical challenge.

“Young man,” she said again as she came within comfortable speaking distance, “Why look so upset? What is your name?”

By the Force, if it wanted her to talk to the boy, so be it.

[Jerek]

Jarael heard someone call out as he continued to walk. He turned his head to see a Master and a droid walking towards him. He stopped in his tracks and turned as the master came within speaking distance. Jarael was considerably taller than her. He also noticed her lack of upper appendages. He looked at the master as she asked Jarael two questions.

Jarael decided to ignore the first question, not out of disrespect but out of his own privacy. "My name is Jarael Orlryck, Master," he said, bowing his head.

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At first, when Rayn walked up to the boy, she figured she would go next to him. But, when he stopped and turned full bodied to greet her, she thought otherwise. She lingered around four feet from him, to decrease the tilt of her head to look him in the eye. Caged away somewhere, a part of her flustered over the height of the young man. On normal circumstances, a master would be taller than any padawan in the temple, unless they were something other than human, or remotely close to average human heights. Rayn provided the harsh truth of such a overused, general and common idea. At five feet, nearly any padawan of humanoid status was already taller. Sometimes, even the younglings started to grow taller than the Jedi Master when they started hitting the ages of ten or eleven. Height usually meant nothing to Rayn, and there was no real reason it was bugging her today other than it sparking as a pet peeve under her migraine.

And it was also because of height that Master Rayn was found with the youngest of younglings. She had a height advantage there, yes, but she tended to enjoy the sparks of youth within the young ones. They were so enthusiastic and sometimes hyper and usually random. That was what it was to be three to five. Almost carefree, with so much energy a gizka couldn’t match it. Younglings seemed to be the permanent, high-speed cruise control of a racing speeder. Which was one of the reasons she loved the little kids so much.

“Jarael?” Rayn repeated, making sure she understood the boy correctly.

“I do believe that was what he spoke, Mistress,” confirmed CJ from behind her.

“I didn’t ask you, CJ. Shush before I turn off your little voice box,” Rayn responded back, a little harsher than she intended. She made sure to direct the sentences at the droid specifically, turning her body slightly to the left and tilting her head. Her shoulders heaved in a relieving sigh once, and when she turned back the Jarael, her eyes were reopening.

”My title is ‘Jedi Master’ Rayn Gera,” Rayn stated, foreshadowing her next statement, “But, please, I am not directly your Master. You may call my Rayn, unless you find it necessary to call me ‘Master’.” How to say this next bit? Rayn often minced her words and jumbled them up to a point they almost made no sense, or her true intentions were misjudged. She decided to start simple: “Where is your true Master? I don’t mean to be one to invade space, and perhaps you’ll forgive my talents, but I don’t sense much a purpose in your… walking. Your mood is disheartening. I would like to know if you were going to seek out your master.”

Rayn was not one to tolerate crestfallen auras around others. She found it necessary of herself to fix any traumas in ones life if she could. Any youngling she ever helped with would sometimes need a little pep-talk. She could cure any ouchie they gained. Uplifting a mood was something Rayn was good at. She also understood the lines of serious and busy, and did not confuse them with confusion itself or disappointment.

However, if the boy’s state was serious enough he would rather be left be, Rayn would continue to walk the other way and not disturb him again. But first, she had to try… And think around the irritation of her migraine.

[Jerek]

Jarael listened to the Master's words. He coudl tell she was concerned about him. He was also taken aback a little when she asked if he had a true Master. Jarael looked down at her. "No, I do not have a true Master." His gaze drifted upward towards the high cielings, then back down at the female Jedi Master, Rayn, and her droid, CJ.