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You stand stock-still, thinking on her words as Korra investigates your face, awaiting an answer to her simple offer. Since arriving on this planet, you haven’t sparred with anyone, relegated to fighting training droids, but you have found a certain catharsis in dismembering them piece by piece. Master Porro has been filled with foul words and thorned backhanded comments since Thule. He has refused to seek you out, let alone helped in your studies of the arts of the Force, seeking a replacement for the missing tutelage you have spent many days and nights scouring the books in the library and fighting machines in the automated courtyard. This suggestion of sparring with a fellow Padawan sparks a growing excitement within you.
“Sparring could be fun.” You smile down at the woman with enthusiasm clear in the inflection of your voice, then stopping before solidifying your decision. “Sure you don’t need my assistance? I could-”
“No, you get to the courtyard and make a new friend.” She interrupts you with a firmness that carries no malice. Then she almost leans in, Korra’s face becoming a frown and her voice dropping a few decibels, but not quite reaching a whisper. “With a Master like yours, it’ll be good to make as many friends as you can.”
These words embolden you, and you grin all the wider. “Thanks, Mas- Knight Korra, I will see you later, and the offer stands if you ever need my help.”
Still saying your thanks and offering your help for some future point, you have half turned away from the Jedi Knight and started to jog back into the temple. She beams a grin and sends you off with a small wave as you turn your back to her and break into stride. Sparring is one thing that you love; you love testing your abilities with your Lightsabers and showing the world just how damn good you are. You understand that being consumed in one’s pride is not the Jedi way, but there is nothing wrong with being proud in a skill that you have worked hard to cultivate and then excel in, at least in your mind.
Travelling through the winding passages on your way to the courtyard, the style of the interior of the temple remains a constant. Still, the rocky walls surround you, but there are the odd enclaves of technology that clashes with the faux natural structure, which connects the building with the entire galaxy and, more importantly, to private Jedi and military channels and datalines. You pass a few fellow students of the Force and have to turn chest to chest so you can pass each other through the narrow winding corridors. All the while, you are thinking about the forthcoming duel awaiting you at the end of your journey.