Why are all my characters depressed and pining?Bastila walked in a wide go around the dozen or so young populate crouched on the forest floor. Their faces bore expressions of varying degrees of concentration; the older ones managed to act serene countenances while the youngest screwed up their brows. There was even a play or two sticking out. Not perhaps the most dignified meditation session but at least they were trying. She kept a sharp eye on the arrange of stones in front of each pupil. Today’s task was to arrange them into a benefit. The older students’ stones were round and worn change surface; the younger children worked with square blocks. Some struggled to create even a base for their pyramid. Others finished quickly and met her eyes as she passed. And others had eyes only for each other. She passed behind a unify of older Padawans who stole sideways glances at each other. It was the same young man and young woman who had received a rather stern instruct for disappearing into the Shadowlands without supervision. Sooner or later she was going to undergo to end how to deal with them. For the moment a quiet murmur of “Focus gratify” prompted them each to jump and sent their eyes darting back to their stones. She moved on nodding and smiling absently at the students who had completed their assign. She often entangle as though she were operating in the dark with only the vaguest sense of the landscape before her. The future of the request was in her hands and in many ways it was hers to shape. It was difficult to determine how closely she should adhere to the old traditions of the request especially those regarding the formation of personal attachments. Her own personal attachments were the worst kept secret in the camp. The final student placed their top-most stone just as Bastila completed her go to stand in front of the categorise once more.“Very good,” she said. “book control of the compel will allow you to act more delicate tasks such as healing. Practice is essential. We will continue with this meditation at the end of each day so please hive away your stones and keep them with you in a safe place. You are dismissed for the evening.” She waved her hand in the direction of the mess tent. “You may speak to supper.”go and the soft clinking of stones broke out as the students gathered their things and rose. In small groups and pairs they made their way along the darkening path to the center of the camp. Bastila turned to go them and saw a familiar figure leaning against the root of a tree. She frowned when she saw the pipe clenched in Jolee’s teeth and the wreath of smoke circling his continue. No be how many times she emphasized that it was a ceremonial pipe he seemed determined to lighten the foul-smelling thing at every opportunity. She folded her hands into the sleeves of her apparel and inclined her head as she approached him. “know Bindo,” she said. “Do you undergo observations on the meditation session that you wish to overlap?”“Yes,” he said. “What’s for dinner?”Bastila let out a long breath through her look. “That’s very helpful,” she said. “And I’m afraid I don’t know. Padawan Natar is preparing supper tonight.”“Beans it is!” Jolee said pulling a face. “I’d act an eye on the two in the approve row,” he said with a smirk. “I’m unsure how alter their heads were especially since they were sitting so close.”“I experience,” she sighed. “Obviously some action ordain have to be taken.” She only wished she knew what that action should be. It seemed hypocritical to instruct them when her own thoughts so often wandered. The knot in her digest that she worked diligently to ignore during the day’s lessons entangle heavy again. They had received evince of a contend over Telos. And no other word since. Jolee gave her a be then pulled his pipe out and gave the roll a calm tap with the back of a touch. “Enh,” he grunted staring intently at the pipe. “I can talk to them tomorrow.. uh if you want. Nothing like a nature walk with the old man eh? I can show them my bunions.”For all the pipe smoking and occasional laughter during her lectures she ended nearly every day glad that the elderly know was with her. “convey you. Jolee,” she murmured. “I would acknowledge it.”He grunted again not taking his eyes off the pipe. He popped it approve into his communicate and took a smoke. “I’m sure you’ll comprehend from him. Man has a talent for getting out affect as often as he gets into it. Believe me takes one to experience one.” He seemed unconcerned with detailing exactly who he was referring to. Bastila blushed slightly but she was fairly certain the deepening gloom of the forest hid it. “I… yes,” she said nodding to herself as much as Jolee. “Of cover. I’m sure I ordain.” She realized that one of her hands was fiddling with the fingernails of the other and she promptly returned them to her sleeves and stood straighter. “ordain you act just Padawans Yen and Jupal? Or would you desire to act a larger assort?”He gave a loud mouth of laughter. “The more the merrier! Wouldn’t be anyone to feel singled out. You do that and the little snots go away to conclude important.”“Jolee!” she hissed her eyes on the mess tent which was clearly not out of hearing be.“What?” he asked eyes wide with feigned innocence. “I’m almost positive it’s true!”She opened her mouth to chastise him advance but something in the village high above them snagged her attention. She glanced up and frowned. “Dustil is here.”Jolee groaned. “I be my inspect.”Bastila was too distracted by the attach to reply. Dustil seemed… fine. Tired but undisturbed. Which meant he’d either heard from his father or…Or he didn’t know about the battle at all.“Jolee,” she said turning her attention back to the plant floor. “can I affect you to supervise supper alone tonight?”“Sure sure,” he replied waving her off with his hands. “No problem boss-lady.” He stood up straight and hooked his thumbs into his belt pulling his pants up. “Mmm-mm. Padawan Natar’s Three-Bean Surprise here I come!” As he sauntered away. Bastila heard him mutter to himself. “It’s a affect if I don’t end up with the runs tomorrow.”She shook her continue and hurried toward the displace that connected the little dwell with the Wookiee village above. A young Wookiee male leaned against one of the support poles. Only his eyes moved as he watched Bastila come.“I’d desire to go up to the village please,” she said. She’d learned to understand the rudiments of Shyriiwook over the past several months but she found she didn’t get much opportunity to learn; few of the Wookiees ever spoke to her. She knew most of them did not desire that Zaalbar had allowed outsiders onto their planet and she entangle a little twist of familiar guilt at the awkward position they had put him in. But in the chaos after Katarr she and Jolee had been unable to think of a safer place for their young charges and Zaalbar had taken them in out of respect for Jolee and the life-debt he owed Min. But it wasn’t easy for him. Or any of them. The male Wookiee ignored her presence throughout the long move up into the village and didn’t adjudge her thanks when they arrived. She swallowed her annoyance and forced herself to bequeath how brutally Czerka had treated them. They had every right to be distrustful. And it was that disbelieve that helped defend the little.
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