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Barriss was sat at the canteen table watching over some of the younglings as they enjoyed a well earned break. They had been through a gruelling mental exercise and this was their chance to relax. She had agreed to watch them while her Master was busy elsewhere. Her attention was drawn away from the children when she noticed she was not alone any more. She chose not to say anything for the moment instead her sapphire gaze flickered back to the children. She felt it poor manners but she was always so nervous around other Masters. It was a trait she hoped she’d grow out of soon. 

It was raining that day, and the open courtyard provided no shelter. For that, Roskah was thankful that they could stay inside, where it was warm and dry. Many others had also taken shelter inside the shop, and few were there to really create anything. Still, they appreciated the subtle gasps and murmurs that came from the crowded store.

      ❛ I was hoping to find you here, MASTER FISTO---- ❜

A Nautolan. A Nautolan saber-wielder. Zam was impressed. Thoroughly. The guy was kicking ass, and she was watching amusedly from the sidelines. When the fight finished, she walked up to him. “Impressive saber technique,” she said, extending her right hand. “Don’t try to cut it off. The last Jedi that did that found out it was made of Mandalorian Iron.”

“Master Fisto? I’m sorry but Master isn’t around right now. Did you need something?”

;; sassi-wan strikes again

                                                        ”SLEEP-                                                                  -all life is a dream.”                                                                                                                                    written by Mack