Log:Lira: TK Practice 2
Qutha helps Lira with her telekinesis practice, Saito and Rera join them...
OOC Date: May 10, 2023
Location: Eravana
Participants: Lira'una, Qutha Buvu Pah, Saito, L'orera
Ever since the gathering on Tempes, the /Eravana/ has been a hotbed of activity. Simple things have needed to happen -- those without ships have needed to be ferried up by those /with/ ships, so Lira'una has been able to help with that, thanks to the Lambda that Qutha helped her get what now sometimes feels like a lifetime ago. Supplies have been moved, too. Extra food, medical supplies, the daily items that everyone needed to survive were loaded up in bulk.
Granted, it wasn't as if they were loading up thousands of troops for some sort of invasion, but even a few dozen people going on mercy mission meant a change of pace from the routine and a required shift in supplies. Presumably, the Academy on Arisnar had supplies, too, so really it was mostly just enough for the trip and the obligatory emergency supplies in case of hyperspace miscalculation or spontaneous black hole diversion.
Obligatory black hole diversions...
Lira'una, lavender Twi'lek, sits at one of the tables in the lounge with her lekku wrapped around her shoulders. She has her legs folded crisscross in front of her, her elbows propped on the table's surface and a pair of chance cubes orbiting each other in slow circles in front of her. Because that's what she did, now, whenever she wasn't doing anything else -- make things fly. Stunsabers, training remotes, credit chits, rebreathers, flimsiplast contact cards.. anything she could get her hands on (and many of which she carried with her in the pouches on her belt). Different environments seemed to be fun for her, too. Yesterday, it was on the surface of Tempes before the meeting, in the cave. Today, it's on a ship in a lounge that's probably seen more activity than it has in months (years? -- Lira wasn't really sure how long it had been since the /Eravana/ had seen any amount of action).
"Maybe I need a droid," she mutters softly to the chance cubes while they circle each other. "It's not that you guys aren't great listeners. And you're pocket sized, which makes you even better, but you're /so/ quiet.. and maybe at least if you could beep-boop back at me, that would be something. I mean, I guess I could pull out my little translator droid and convert what I'm saying into like... Wookiee. That could be fun.. mildly obnoxious, maybe, though. Oh.. Binary. I wonder if I could teach myself Binary by talking to a translator and letting it repeat it back to me.. /that/ could be useful..."
All of this, of course, said to a pair of floating dice.
Put in charge of getting the ship moved about, Qutha was bustling much like he would on Tempes. Chores and obligations, things to do, to arrange for. The porgs that didn't follow aboard his ship with their temporary minder in his absence and he made peace that while away the small orchard he tended on the temple world wouldn't be 'properly' seen to while he was gone.
The lounge, with its lack of windows and its multitude of potted plants is a natural place for the zelosian to appear though, when not attending the ones on his own ship. Drifting in with all of the attention for his surroundings as a drunk, but easily navigating without so much as a risk of bashing into something or tripping. Pausing to water and sprinkle plant food at the pots, his progress slowing when a sensation in the Force washes over him and he turns to where Lira is seated.
"Gettin' better." nodding on the approach, coming to stand besides the table, hands folded before him, "Do things still have weight?"
"Kind of?"
Lira's blue eyes glanced up, and when she did, the chance cubes fell back onto the table with a clatter -- on heads, one tails, as was proper. She smiled, though, reaching out to scoop them up in her hand and rattle them around a little.
"Lighter -- if that's really a thing -- is still easier, it seems like, but it's not quite a bad as it used to be. I kind of feel.. stronger? Like I can lift more? I don't know if that makes sense. I'm probably still doing that wrong. I've been trying to lift multiple things, too, but it's easier if I like... think about them as /one/ thing rather than two? So.. like.. the chance cubes. Having them together, I can kind of lift them and keep them close to each other, but if I put one on the other side of the room, there's no chance. And that thing where you like.. had the whole kitchen operating like some big puppet show?" She actually laughs. "Yeah, that's.. I'm not ready to start lifting knives, yet, much less make them fly around and chop things."
And smiles, though, rolling the cubes back out onto the tabletop. One heads, one tails, as was proper.
"How are the preparations going? Do you need my help with anything? I'll admit, I'm a little.. excited.. about going to Arisnar. I mean, I'm probably not /supposed/ to be excited, but I didn't get to do the whole youngling thing. So, I think it'll be cool to meet some Jedi kids and see how they're growing up."
"Sayin' they's no chance, guarantees they's gonna be no chance. All's possible in th' Force." seeming intent to head off that comment quick as spitting, Qutha looks to the cubes and around the room, then back to Lira after his gaze falls on the little scout droid standing by his feet, head tipping as if to shrug. "An' n'I ain't reckonin' there's a 'proper' way t'feel. Excited seems log'call when y'us ain' been nowhere 'afore." one shoulder up now, "I ain' never been out there, so's I been jittery as a fruit-bug in a ripe berry bush f'r all the new things t'gander at."
Settling down at last, hands folding on the table, the old farmer looks to the cubes and back to Lira, "Best prep y'us kin do would be practice, meditate, prepare y'self t'be ready f'as much as y'kin." pointing his chin at the smaller objects, "Butcha got a solid basis. Think'a thems as one, till y'us can make 'em two, or three. Till y'kin work across the room." offering a small smile as he speaks, Farmer Pah leans some to let Oh Bother climb up his arm to rest on his shoulder in an unconscious sort of motion.
"We'll need t'work on y'saber skills. But we'll focus on this, as seems t'be y'ers f'now." tipping a wink and motioning, sending his BD unit down to stand before her, "He's a might heavier'n chance cubes, if'n y'us can make him float... Since ain't weigh nothin'."
"Right," Lira quips at the correction, seeming a little disappointed with herself. Her smile thins and she nods. "I'm trying to work on that, too.. the negative talk. It's.. /also/ a work in progress."
For a moment, her purple, lower lip disappears between her teeth, and she simply listens, nudging the chance cubes around with her fingers -- because this is Lira, and sitting completely still was rarely an option. That semi-nervous energy was still an ever-present constant in her life. Always on the move, at least in her mind.
The 'jittery as a fruit-bug' comment has her giggling, though. It's a rich, genuine sound of amusement. Not just passing 'lol' but something that actually seemed to tickle her, bringing a touch of darker color to her cheeks. She obviously has /something/ she wants to say, but she holds her comments until her mentor has finished what he has to say rather than cut him off, nodding at his words. Amusement lingers in her eyes, though, as she watches Oh Bother climb up first onto Qutha's shoulder and then the table.
"I /definitely/ want you to help me with my saber work, but.. I never felt /quite/ as connected to the Force as I do when I'm practicing this. I think I still have a lot of old muscle memory I'm relying on, when I'm practicing on my own. I don't.. I don't feel the Force as much as I do just rely on my prior training. This is helping, I think. I can actually /feel/ the way the Force moves around the things around me, now."
All of this being said, of course, as BD-0B looks up at her, and Lira smiles as she raises her hand, presenting her palm to the droid, and then slides it up with a little tilt of her wrist. With the motion of her hand going up into the air, the droid goes with it -- apparently fairly easily, all things considered. It makes Lira smile. Still, she doesn't lift him too high. It was like the rule with hammocks: never sit in one that's higher than you're willing to fall. Or, in this case, drop your mentor's best robot buddy.
"I'm still looking forward to seeing your family's orchards, too," the girl adds. "I know we have this thing on Arisnar to help with, but maybe once we're done, if it's not too late."
"Ayuh, we's still got time 'fore the harvest." watching Oh Bother be lifted into the air, the little droid giving a tweedling sound before it begins to 'paddle' with his feet as if trying to swim around. Trilling a little tune to itself as it seems to enjoy being floated about.
"I think, ifn' y'us relyin' on ol' trainin', n'it's h'eppin', that's still a good place t'work from." nodding to himself and quieting as he gathers his thoughts, Qutha stills to the point of becoming more an effigy carved and placed than a sentient being - until the lighting shifts and his body reflexively twitches towards it. Eyes fuzzy, expression serenity as usual. "Y'see, the flow'a th' Force is there too. Ifn' y'thinks back t'the circus. All the... excitement in the air, the way the crowd responds, th' p'formers... It ripples. It flows. It all carries in th' Force." another small nod and he reaches to tick Oh Bother's foot to make him begin spinning lazily. Seeing but not seeing at the same time.
"Er'thing is Th' Force, Lira. Like I reckon' I'd done chewed y'ear off on th' subjec' 'fore. But tis true. Er'thing ripples in Th'Force. Y'feels it, but I doesn't think y'realize y'us feelin' it, if y'git m'meaning?" a little chuckle escaping him and he folds his hands on the table again, watching the way the droid bobs and moves. "Jus' gotta move beyon' thinkin' sommat needs t'be like wind t'feels it."
That first statement makes Lira smile, though her eyes were focused on Oh-Bee, and it seems the little lapse in concentration makes the droid waver some -- it's certainly not as consistently stable as Qutha's flying trips are, but she keeps him airborne with a bit of renewed focus, a little narrowing of her eyes.
"Well, I hadn't really... thought about the crowds like that," she admits after Qutha's final words. "So, I think that helps, some. I keep trying feel for /things/ ... like feeling around in the dark, you know?" Of course he knew. It was one of his biggest fears. "I never really think about.. the /energy/ of a place. Or the people in it. Like, how a cheering crowd might /change/ the way it feels..."
She laughs again as she watches Oh Bother's air-paddling.
"I do worry a little," the girl says with a small shrug. "I think some of the other students think I'm showing off when I'm going through the velocities with them, but I'm not trying to. Rera knows better, so I'm grateful of that, at least." She laughs softly. "I'm looking forward to building a real lightsaber, though -- especially when we're told things like we're going to be protecting younglings from aggressive space-dragons... and I've got a fancy shock stick."
She grins.
"At least I have that, though. /And/ a fantastic personality. Maybe they'll be /so/ impressed they just won't want to attack while I'm there."
She laughs, but it's a vaguely self-deprecating sound. Yes, she /did/ have all of that self-confidence and more to spare, but this came off more as an outlet for her own nervousness than anything close to a brag. She really didn't want to fight. Or think about the fact that she might be the thing standing between an angry dragon-creature and a school full of younglings. Her and her stick.
"Fancy shock stick ain' none t'sniff at, though, remember... N'I still has m'ol spear from when I's was just a Orchardist Kid on Zelos two, if'n y'prefer t'use that. I wouldn't faultcha." his expression smooths again and he seems to be asleep with his eyes open, a fractional cant of his head as if hearing something and a flicker at the corner of one eye before he speaks again as if Qutha hadn't just gone still and silent for the moments he had, "Y'us gots more'n a stick too. Th' Force is a tool when it needs t'be, as much as an ally when y'listen to it."
One hand lifts and there is a minute flick of his fingers that sets Oh Bother to a wild pirouette that the droid seems to suffer through politely, though he does give a momentary bleat of surprise. "Th' Force, as y've seen kin be used t'protect, t'knock away those seekin'a do harm... Jus' as it kin be used to float droids or h'ep levitate t'the ground from a flyin' ship."
After a moment Farmer Pah raises his hand again, a little higher and more centered to the table, looking to Lira with quiet curiosity creeping across his features, "See's if'n y'kin smake m'hand. Giv'er a good whack, n'don' worry none. Worse comes t'worse. We got's Miss L'Orera, n'I kin tend m'self as well." a small inclination of his head, "S'important... n'a lesson I'd have y'not learn the way I did."
Lira laughs softly. "A /spear/ ?" she asks, grinning. "I mean.. I have a couple of /actual/ swords I could bring that would be easier to carry, but I..." All of a sudden, she frowns. "You know, I honestly don't know /why/ that seems more brutal than a lightsaber." /That/ was going to require some additional contemplation. Was it just the thought of the blood that bothered her? Or the visceral nature of it? She'd hacked her sword into training dummies in the past. And gotten is stuck. And had to figure out how to get it un-stuck and.. thinking about that being a... yeah. Ew.
The droid suddenly spinning, however, has Lira smiling again, her attention once more brought back to the present from her worry about whatever they'd find on Arisnar. However she felt about it, she definitely certainly didn't look at it as any kind of vacation.
"With.. like.. the Force?"
She grins a little at that. Okay, so /that/ sounded fun. It also sounded like something she needed to be careful with. So, she focused hard on that hand, raised her own, and /tried/ to let out a little burst of will.
"Lightsaber's quicker, but neither method's pleasant when it comes t'fightin'." making note as he bobs his head in an almost birdlike manner. Waiting patiently once he'd said his peace and focusing on Lira while she concentrates. Opening himself to the movements of the force around him and seeming to 'watch' the currents as they gather and build.
When his hand moves in a brief backwards flick Qutha's smile returns and his head bows slightly, "Ayuh, focus'n fine there. But giv'er a little umph. I kin take it, ifn' y'make it sting. Y'us not doin' naught wrongm y'us jus' learnin', reckon?" waggling his fingers and giving her a long look, "Y'gotta reach out, wit' yer feelin'... Letcher mind float out on th' Force an' know where m'hand is. See th'Force as Solid, send're out like y'd huck a rock at a tree... Or throw a ball int' m'hand... but hard."
"But I don't want to hurt you on accident," Lira complains, her cheeks darkening. It was true, as adorable as it was. Not only would she, baby padawan, be lucky to fling something like the BD droid across the room, she would never be able to push through whatever Force defenses he could put up in front of her.
Never. There's that stupid negative talk again.
Taking in a breath and releasing it slowly, trying to center herself and get rid of the /fear/ of hurting Qutha, Lira nods. Her lekku tighten a bit around her shoulders, and she really focuses harder on his hand, giving her own a little bump forward as she 'rolls' that ball of Force energy in his direction. It's definitely not enough to hurt him. It.. wasn't even really enough to be felt, probably.
"If'n I git hurt by accident, we both learn now don't we?" Moving his hand in a slow sort of loop, as if running it through the currents she had pushed his way, "Accidents happen, an they's instructional." inclining his head towards her, gem like eyes focusing on Lira's he lets that comment hang in the air. One brow creeping higher than the other.
"Whatcher gonnar do if'n y'need to protect theys kids? Or y'self?" hand back up where it was, for her to have a target, gesturing with his other hand, "Please try 'gin, eh?" offering what he likely hopes is a reassuring smile whilst he gets comfortable, looking to see how she prepares herself. "Y'gotta rem'memmer... Th' Force is soft n'solid, light'r heavy. It's all things and nothin' at once. Which is gonna be confusin'... But mos' things are more confusin' at first that mos' folk gonna realize."
And then one last little quip, "But do, or do not. Ain' no try."
The mention of protecting the kids makes Lira's eyes widen a little. Her jaw clenches and she gives a little nod. He was right. She didn't have much time left before they were going to be on Arisnar, and who knew how much longer after that it would be before she was called upon to actually protect the younglings, herself? Then what?
Harder, this time, the Twi'lek pushes another ball of Force towards him, definitely putting a /little/ more umph behind it, even though it wasn't enough to really /do/ anything to him. The lack of effect, though, has her growling a little in /visible/ frustration. It seemed, for better or worse, the threat of her not being good enough to protect the children actually got to her.
She and Qutha sat at one of the tables in the lounge, down towards the half with the plants. Qutha was holding his hand out to the Twi'lek, who seemed to be trying to /push/ it with the force -- an actual shove rather than just a movement -- and just off to the side, BD-0B was floating just above the table, limbs 'swimming' happily through the air in a slow rotation.
Saito slowly, Saito makes his way into the large freighter's lounge, his small Astromech rolling behind him. He pauses near the entransse as he sees Qutha and the twi'lek, before he makes his way inside, lips curving into a warm smile. He watches Lira train with the force for a moment, offering her a nod of encouragement. "Hello," he greets the pair in a polite tone. "Sorry if I'm interrupting your training," he says with a soft blush.
A nod, even if he wasn't struck, and the orchardist motions with one hand to send Oh Bother into a slow loop. "Better." one can almost hear the tree like creak when he bows his head towards her again, "Yer lettin' yer emotions git to ye though. Bur it takes time. Practice, as in all things. So doesn't be upset... s'hard as that kin be. Time, patients. A willingness to fail."
Folding his hands on the table again, "Mayhap see's if'n y'cain't lift up them chance cubes wit' Oh Bother, a li'l more practice of the less... offensive sort'a uses, reckon?" Qutha's gaze turning towards Saito and his chin pointing to a seat,
"Ain't naught t'be 'ppologizin' for. Mayhap y'could learn a thing, mayhap give ideas'a how you learn't... More points'a view means more points'a inf'mation, after all." looking back to Lira to observe, serenity pouring off of the flora man in palpable waves.
A nod, even if he wasn't struck, and the orchardist motions with one hand to send Oh Bother into a slow loop. "Better." one can almost hear the tree like creak when he bows his head towards her again, "Yer lettin' yer emotions git to ye though. Bur it takes time. Practice, as in all things. So doesn't be upset... s'hard as that kin be. Time, patients. A willingness to fail."
Folding his hands on the table again, "Mayhap see's if'n y'cain't lift up them chance cubes wit' Oh Bother, a li'l more practice of the less... offensive sort'a uses, reckon?" Qutha's gaze turning towards Saito and his chin pointing to a seat,
"Ain't naught t'be 'ppologizin' for. Mayhap y'could learn a thing, mayhap give ideas'a how you learn't... More points'a view means more points'a inf'mation, after all." looking back to Lira to observe, serenity pouring off of the flora man in palpable waves.
"I know."
She didn't know. Not really. But the /tone/ in Lira's voice suggested that she'd simply switched into 'petulant child' mode all of a sudden. Of course, failure in general had never bothered her as much as it did right after that statement -- what if it were the children? /That/ stirred up that anger, like she'd felt back on Phylos, when the trooper was holding that woman at blaster-point. She knew he was going to kill her and her child. And she hated him for it.
The thought of not being able to protect the younglings made her blood boil.
"Yeah." Her only response to the suggestion of 'giving up' and switching back to the 'easy stuff' because she obviously wasn't going to be of any other use. So she might as well play with the dice.
She knew better, somewhere deep down, but right now she was doing exactly what Qutha said she was doing -- letting her emotions get to her.
"Hey, Saito," she sighs without bothering to look back at the new arrival. Still, she offered a small, frustrated smile. In addition to BD-0B floating there, there were two chance chance cubes sitting on the table in front of her, and Lira raises her hand, scooping her palm through the air like she was scooping water out of a pond -- and the dice float up around BD-0B, circling like moons in orbit of a planet.
"Apparently I'm going to be super useful if we need someone to throw chance-cubes at the child-eating lava-dragons."
Yeah. She's bitter.
Cilently, Saito moves to sit with thee orchardist and his student. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, his presence in the force dulling ever so slightly. He sighs. "I never get it right on the first try," he comments with a shake of his head. "Hello, Lira," he greets the Twi'lek in return, watching her levitate the dice. "You are thinking about the future when your mind should be in the present.. Calm down, breathe deep and focus on what you are doing.. I know this is easier said than done, I myself still have difficulties." he admits, rolling his shoulders in a shrugh, eyes soon going to the Zelosian. "I was wanting to speak to you, Qutha.. My master gave me some homework and she said that you could help me with it.. Tough you can help me later, as I don't want to interrupt Lira's training."
Watching, the old plant was good at that, mouth tucking down at the corners and something that isn't admonishment creeps into his gaze. Hands folding with fingers laced together Farmer Pah's attention is now raptly on the twi'lek woman's. It's Saito he addresses while his gaze remains firmly on his padawan.
"I kin h'ep more'n one folk as they's need, please speak y'questions an' we'll see how we goes, reckon." shifting in his seat and casually nodding to make the droid bob in his floating, now speaking to Lira, "Self 'monishmen' only serves t'feed in darkness. No emotion. Peace. No passion. Serenity." taking a long breath, breathing in through his nose, emerald coloured eyes closing and quietly reaching out in the force, expanding his consciousness towards both.
"R'mem'mer... You's is one wit' Th' Force... N'Th' Force is wit' you." lids lifting to fix on Lira again, as if expecting her to repeat the statement.
There's a dark little chuckle that escapes Lira's lips after Saito's words, but she heard them. She didn't fight them. And she did, in fact, take a breath and let it out slowly, just like he suggested.
He /was/ right. She was predicting her own failure -- the death of a child, maybe of multiple children, just because she wasn't good enough.
She wasn't here. Or, she hadn't been.
She closes her eyes when Qutha speaks, jaw tightening again, nodding. No emotion. No passion.
"I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me." The words are breathed out through Lira's lips over the course of two slow, steady breaths. She leaves her eyes clothes and lets the objects above the table keep rotating slowly, dice orbiting the droid a little faster than before.
A few more seconds tick by.
"I'm sorry," she says softly, her voice distant, but the anger gone from her tone.
Nodding, Saito once again closes his eyes, breathing deeply and once again trying to mask his presence in the force. This time, he becomes more difficult to be sensed tough not that much. He onceagain shakes his head. "Well, I'll simply have to keep trying," he murmurs, befor ehis atention goes to Qutha. "Well, Juria told me to ask you two questions.. One is if plants have emotions," he asks this with a serious face, aparently eager for the answer. "This camee up when we were talking about life and the force.. My master aparently struggles with the same things that I do," he muses, seeming to really think about that last part. He watches Lira as she manages to control her emotions, offering herr another encouraging nod. "Good, Lira, very good."
"I'm a plant, and I feel emotions." said with utmost seriousness to answer the question posed to him. "I ain' got no empathic link t'other plants... But Zelosians feel, an we's not made'a meat."
Qutha's gaze turns to Lira, "Ain' nothin' t'ppologize for, it's new, n'it kin be powerful frustratin'... which is why y'us needs t'be mindful of yer 'mmotiotions, reckon." brow corrugating now, a small touch of something bordering between concern and sadness washing across his eyes before he continues, "Like we talk'd 'bout. If'n y'let's em rule you... then passion will. If passion rules ye... then th' Dark will begin gettin' finger grips." Another slow breath and the zelosian reaches to scrub his fingers through the scruff on his jaw before flipping a bit of hair from his eyes.
Those same eyes going to Saito now, eyebrow arching as if waiting to hear the second question.
Oh Bother, meanwhile, continues to flap his little feet, making himself cartwheel lazily while trilling a little song to himself. The droid is being levitated over a table where Qutha sits with Lira and Saito, the older flora jedi managing to divide his attention evenly.
/Oh, frek. He just asked that./
Lira's lips roll sealed after Saito's question. If she were being honest with herself, she wouldn't have been able to answer it. She also wouldn't have been able to ask it, however. Especially not with the same level of straight face that the other two were communicating with.
Still, she listened, her hand held up slightly at the table towards the BD droid and the two chance cubes orbiting him. She was obviously the one keeping them afloat, and her continued improvement of control over her motions seemed to help her with that. The dice eventually slowed their rotation and then started circling in opposite directions, barely missing each other as they orbited on different paths.
"Thanks," the Twi'lek girl said softly to Saito, smiling a bit as she continued to watch Oh Bother happily sing to himself and float.
And she nodded her head along with Qutha's words. "I understand, sir," she says softly. "I do. Kids are... hard. I need to work harder on that." Sooner rather than later, given that they were going to protect a school.
Now another Padawan shows up. They're just crawling out of the ductwork on here, aren't they? Rera looks a little groggy, wisps of hair floating around her usual bun, golden eyes just looking a little sleepy. Someone found a place to tuck away for a nap, it seems.
The Mirialan shambles into the lounge area, bleary eyed and, well, looking for all the worlds like an angry kitten that someone prematurely woke up. She jumps a little, somehow surprised that there are people here.
"I hope I'm not int--" Yawn. "Intruding. I can go..."
"Then it is as I thought.. Life is all around us," Saito muses, nodding thoughtfully to the Zelosian. "You've already helped me a lot, Qutha.. The second question is a bit more specific.. Could you tell me a bit about Arynn Cortez?" he asks, a hand going to his chin. "I only know what the public knows about her.. Juria said that I'd find her history interesting.. This came about while we were talking about the dark and how it can affect each one of us individually." he then closes his eyes and instead of reaching out into the force, tries to dampen his prezence in its depts, atempting to conceal himself. He claps as he sees the pair of dice changing positions in mid-air. "Thats very good, Lira, congratulations," his eyes sparkle with hapiness as hee smiles. "And you are welcome." he turns his atention back to the Zelosian. "By the way, Qutha.. I'd like to thank you for that chat on Nar.. I really appreciate it.. Ever cinse then, I've been trying to know my own limits.." he turns to the door and, when he spots Rera, raises a hand to wave. "Hello," he greets her politely.
Lifting a hand, eyes becoming unfocused, a number of things begin occurring at once. All while the zelosian continues to speak, "Ain' no sir, first off. Yer learnin', an' I'm givin' them reminders we's all need at times." a chair slides out at their table and Qutha's other hand beckons towards L'orera, "Same's y'need t'ask y'self. Does ye really unnerstan'? Deep down? Or is they's questions y'us might need t'ask me or others, mm?"
A teapot and a small single element hob bob across from one section of the lounge, the former stopping by a tap that starts filling it and Qutha's free hand dips into his cloak to pull a thick pouch from an inner pocket, "Come'n take'a seat, Miss L'Orera. Y'us looks like y'got slapped by a gundark'n y'us jus' now gotcha se'f out that coma from it." a touch of quiet humor in expression and tone. It's hollow though, something there in the way his eyes go glassy. Lines carving at the corners of his eyes and mouth.
"Queen Aryn is one'a my best friends... an she had'ta make decisions she felt she had t'make... When the threat'a her people losing their homeworld, again, loomed." letting out a long breath, eyes moving down to the table. "She's was one of our best... n'she was the greatest healer th' Order had for some time, too."
"Thanks, Saito," Lira says warmly, still just watching as her fingers subtly move, keeping the chance cubes spinning and the droid float-dance-singing.
She had opened her mouth, apparently about to respond to Qutha, when Rera came in and was greeted by both of them. Not looking away from her task of keeping everything floating above the surface of the table, she did pull it down the length of the table a little more so it wouldn't be hovering over where the seat had been 'magically' pulled out for Rera. Or, apparently, where they were about to be served tea from.
"I don't mean anything by it, si--" Lira catches herself and smiles. "It's not a Jedi thing. It's a circus thing. You're my teacher. It's just how I was raised." She offers a little shrug. "I'll try to stop, though."
The question about whether she /really/ understood she seems to still be chewing on, however, and she lets it go unanswered when the conversation turns to Aryn Cortess. Instead, she lets her gaze drift a little over to Rera, offering her a small, warm smile.
"Hey. Sorry in advance if I drop any of this on your head."
Rera rubs her eyes, trying to wake up a bit more. The chair being pulled is clearly a sign that she's invited, so she takes it. Her gait is a shuffling thing, slow but not exactly careful. She does make it to the chair and still manages to sit primly in it. At least until her elbows hit the table, her hands cupping her chin to support it.
"Sorry, I just... I found a bit and took a nap. Maybe I shouldn't have."
Tea might help. Or it might put her back to sleep. It's always a gamble! She does smile a bit at Lira with the spinning. "It might wake me up more. I won't be mad. Promise." Though the talk of Cortess makes her sleepy smile disappear. She's heard bits of this story, never the whole thing. Never that she was a healer. "I....I hope to be as good of a healer someday. That's really all I want to do," she says quietly.
Saito being called away might be considered a boon considering the darkening of Qutha's countenance, "Well, Miss L'orera, we'll certainly see... Takes time'n drive... Seems as such y'us have both. So I 'spect there'll be good things a'comin'." the pot and hob lowering onto the table, set to begin heating.
"I cain't judge Aryn, n'I don' think any others has a right to either. She had a choice, t'stay and bend knee t'th' Empress... guarantee her people's safety, or run an go int' hidin' wit' the rest've us... an' leave her people t'uncertainty. Who kin say's the right decision." another small breath taken and with quiet care the zelosian is opening the pouch to begin extracting leaves and dried bits of herbs, fruit and berries. Mixing them into a small spherical infuser.
"N'for y'lessons, t'day, Lira. R'memmer... It's easier t'lift somethin' than t'strike a livin' person wit' th' Force. N'if'n the sit'chation called fer it on Arisnar... reckon y'us could lift stones to block sight'a kids... Or push a burnin' tree away. They's always another way. Keep that in mind, alright?"
"You will be, Rera. And I'll be the best swordsman, one day." Lira's eyes twinkle at the thought, and with the tea heating, she decided to bring her floating objects to a graceful end, rather than letting them clatter all over the place. As unsuccessful as she'd been at attacking Qutha, she hadn't slipped once at keeping BD-0B or the chance cubes in the air. Better to end on a high note.
And so BD-0B is lowered back to his feet and inverted knees, the chance cubes are set gently back onto the table's surface, and Lira turns her attention back to Qutha, smiling.
"Yeah."
Of course, the word sounds so /weird/ directed at him that it makes her wrinkle her nose.
"Fine."
Not any better.
"Totally bro."
Now she was just being silly, though that one made her giggle.
"Yes, sir."
Finally, a genuine smile sans forehead wrinkles.
"Sorry. It feels /weird/ to say anything else. I'll work on it."
