<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>(( Italic = Flashback type thing. )) </strong><br/><br/><br/>Konsthora paused outside the classroom door and stared at the simple slip of white paper that she held in her hand. Confirming that this was indeed the right place she let out a breath of air that she had only now realized she had held in. Deciding that she couldn’t vary well stand outside of the class room all day – she tucked a wayward strand of dark hair behind her ear. It was either now or never, and she chose now.<br/><br/><br/><em>It had only been about seven months since she left Iridonia when she found herself in that small rundown bar the other day – which inevitably triggered the events in motion that led her here to the Jedi Academy.  One of the regulars, clearly having had more then enough to drink, had bumped into her and decided that the best course of action was to attempt to send fist straight to her face. Needless to say it wasn’t his lucky day, so after teaching him how to successfully rough somebody around she retook her seat at the bar, noticing a small slip of paper that wasn’t there before. It was an address to the academy.<br/><br/>She grinned and stuffed the note in her pocket. Maybe, just maybe this was what she had been waiting for. <br/></em><br/><br/>Her worn leather traveling boots softly thudded against the floor as she entered the classroom and took note of the other occupants. Pausing just inside the door way, she bowed her head in polite acknowledgment.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry to intrude, but I was told I should come here.”<br/><br/>She was new, fresh and green; and most definitely eager to learn. Of course she knew of the Jedi, but had never been in close proximity with them before. <br/></span>