IT’S NOT REFINED, pushing food into her mouth with the rest of the padawans before she’s even gotten to a table, but master windu’s been working her to the bone recently. drill after drill, only occasionally sending her with other knights and masters, as the current workload left him free to drill her on the basics until the FORCE TAKES HER. she’s sure it will at this rate. lifting her hands is hard. doing anything else is damn near impossible. --- but master windu knows best, even those outside of the jedi order know that.

   but it does mean she’s CLINGING to the chances to interact with other padawans. once, her mission had been to suss out any of the young in her clan who might be easy to influence to the dark side. what her master --- not mace windu, but sidious, her father in a way --- did with that information she didn’t know. didn’t WANT to know. now it was anakin skywalker. just anakin. he was in her clan, a late addition compared to the rest of them who’d grown up entirely i the temple. she does her best to play the part of a middling padawan of average skill and slightly above so tactical abilities.