Devia wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand, looking over the hellish landscape of Mustafar. She adjusts the shoulders on her new Padawan robes and gets a better grip on her double bladed saber, eyeing the next target, a rather large Tulrus named Magma Horn. She was asked to take care of this creature as part of her training, and needed to in order to reassemble a force crystal using shards found in various places..
Noelyci is standing next to her, offering pointers and advice, adjusting her stance. She was trying to do her best for him, to be worthy of his teachings. When he praised her, she positively glowed.. when he gently corrected or chided her over something she wasn't grasping right away, she listened closely, determined to get it correct the next time.
For some reason, she was hell bent on making him happy... and for some reason, every time he touched her, a part of her mind didn't want him to step away. It was confusing, and exciting at the same time.. but there would be time later to analyze what she was feeling...
Now was the time to act... and she had a crystal to reassemble.
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