The old woman just sighed and walked towards the trees. One of her hands reached up and grazed the leaves. “And if my lightsaber had been on, you would be dead.” Two of her arms reached up and rubbed her temples, “Child you make me afraid my teachings will be in vain when you get yourself killed. I have had padawans who could have dodged that.” And with no more on the subject she slipped the saber into her belt and returned to the middle sitting down in front of the pool facing her.<br/><br/>“Sit child.” She whispered, closing her eyes, causing the force curtains around them to flicker and move around them, “Feel the force around you, feel the force in everything around you.” Her calmness even smoothed out the effect of her hideous scar, which if it had not existed she would resemble a doll with her elegance. When she opened her eyes she stared at the girl, beginning her usual interrogation. “What have you been up too child, still getting into trouble?” Her voice seared with her usual arrogance, despite her interest in the Twi’lek.<br/>