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hexuberant2018-10-07 02:55 am
I don't even know anymore
All signs point to Jedi, or at least the really important sign does: his brilliant presence in the Force, the same way her father had shone in her mind's eye before the war. Most of the time it's lost against the background of this quiet little world, and she never would have noticed him save that they'd chanced to be in the same shop. Claudia had felt him glowing in the Force like a second sun as she'd peeped around an end cap. It seems ridiculous to her that other people don't notice that sort of thing, but Dad had assured her they were blind to it and that her Force sensitivity is an advantage not to be squandered.
Easier said than done after he'd left her half-trained when he'd followed Revan to war. Claudia had hit the limits of what she could teach herself from the parts of his library her father hadn't taken with him, so she'd decided to go on an adventure. It had seemed like a brilliant idea right up until she'd discovered travel off the hyperlanes is long and deadly boring. But! Now she's found a Jedi, so all her patience is rewarded, or will be after she actually talks to him.
That's easier said than done too, but a nice farmer had given her a ride out from the town to where the Jedi lives, or within a few kilometers, at least. Claudia doesn't mind a walk, especially because being a hermit is very Jedi according to her father, even though he doesn't approve of the practice. Anyway, she's not going to make a very good Jedi if she can't stand a little hardship in pursuit of the mysteries of the Force. Preferably not too much, but it doesn't look like rain and the breeze is refreshing rather than cold. Being a bit footsore seems like an acceptable amount of hardship.
The Jedi lives in what Claudia thinks is probably an appropriately humble shack for a hermit, but she doesn't have much basis for comparison and she doubts there's a galactic standards body for that sort of thing. Musing on how one would go about establishing humility benchmarks keeps her distracted along the homestretch until, to her moderate surprise, she finds herself at the door. Claudia doesn't see a "no trespassing" sign anywhere, or a doorbell for that matter, so she shrugs and then knocks.
Easier said than done after he'd left her half-trained when he'd followed Revan to war. Claudia had hit the limits of what she could teach herself from the parts of his library her father hadn't taken with him, so she'd decided to go on an adventure. It had seemed like a brilliant idea right up until she'd discovered travel off the hyperlanes is long and deadly boring. But! Now she's found a Jedi, so all her patience is rewarded, or will be after she actually talks to him.
That's easier said than done too, but a nice farmer had given her a ride out from the town to where the Jedi lives, or within a few kilometers, at least. Claudia doesn't mind a walk, especially because being a hermit is very Jedi according to her father, even though he doesn't approve of the practice. Anyway, she's not going to make a very good Jedi if she can't stand a little hardship in pursuit of the mysteries of the Force. Preferably not too much, but it doesn't look like rain and the breeze is refreshing rather than cold. Being a bit footsore seems like an acceptable amount of hardship.
The Jedi lives in what Claudia thinks is probably an appropriately humble shack for a hermit, but she doesn't have much basis for comparison and she doubts there's a galactic standards body for that sort of thing. Musing on how one would go about establishing humility benchmarks keeps her distracted along the homestretch until, to her moderate surprise, she finds herself at the door. Claudia doesn't see a "no trespassing" sign anywhere, or a doorbell for that matter, so she shrugs and then knocks.