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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 11, 2009 14:55:07 GMT 1
The pale green eyes don't even blink once. They look directly at the lamp, standing at the bedside table, as if it is a thing of great importance.
To Sarré the thing itself is not important. It is just a thing. Jedis don't own things. What's important, is what she is trying to do to the lamp.
Her mind slowly touches the Force - just for a brief moment.
There is a loud, cracking sound... - then the lamp explodes into several pieces, spreading all over the room.
Sarré dudges, but quickly looks up at the smashed lamp.
A thin smile curls around her lips.
...'wonder if I can do this to humans.... to him??
The young Padawan jumps out of bed and walks through the room, reaching the door. For a minute she stands there, trying to remember, what Master Chapaa'ai had said about running away.
But... she's not running away. Not this time. She is just going out for a while. The Padawan opens the door and leaves the room.
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