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Morrigan’s love of Lightsaber combat makes the decision clear: you will teach her Force Speed, she will get the most out of it. This way, she will also be able to keep up with you if a situation requires rapid movement. She struggles at first, frustration and irritation begins to swell, clouding her thoughts. This increases Morrigan’s struggle to learn the skill; you decide to interrupt her attempts and ask Morrigan to join you in meditation. Morrigan doesn’t want to sit and think; she wants to do and succeed, but she says nothing, and your pink apprentice sits across from you, fuming.
“Close your eyes, feel the emptiness of space around the ship. Focus on that nothingness, feel it, bring it into you, and let your thoughts be washed away.” Speaking with your calm, soothing, deep voice, you project that lack of emotion, assisting your apprentice in her attempt.
It does not come quickly, but eventually, she lets go of her emotions. You take Morrigan’s small pink hands in your large ghostly white grip. With your right hand, you oscillate your arm with enhanced speed. Letting Morrigan feel you conjuring the power, she tries to replicate the ability. At first, you feel nothing, but then it grows. Morrigan begins to understand and calls upon the Force, channelling it through her body. Morrigan looks up at you with joy at her newfound success; she ramps up the power she feeds into her speed, matching then surpassing the swiftness of your arm. Morrigan’s grin grows sly at passing you, only to be turned into a frown of deep concentration when you put more of your own power into your speed, matching hers and turning it into a competitive battle.
Withdrawing your hands from hers, you find a ball and toss it to her, slightly enhancing your throw with Force Speed. The two of you make a game of it. Standing across the room, you throw the ball at the wall behind the other, trying to hit it while the other catches it. Watching Morrigan, you find pleasure in seeing her enjoy the lesson. You never thought you’d enjoy being a teacher so much, but there really is something to watching your student have such fun in the training you lead.
“Hey, Chris,” Morrigan begins as she throws a hurtling ball. You dive and roll to catch it, throwing it back more gently, allowing her to focus on her words rather than the game. “Can I ask about you and Claire?”
“Of course, you can ask me about anything and everything, no matter if it is sensitive or embarrassing; part of being your teacher. And it is probably good to talk about Claire and me. Why, what do you want to know?”
Morrigan catches your gentle pass and looks down into her hand at the ball, avoiding your eyes. “I- I- It doesn’t feel proper for a Jedi to be in a relationship.”
