Sandra sits alone atop her apartment. A finger twirls through her long red hair as the wind accents the graceful flow through the air
“I could not believe what I heard of Althea. I suppose I should act as I do and mind myself then. Regardless, we have to try a new plan now that I will likely dislike. There is much to do it seems. It seems my skills will be put to use to some degree soon…”
She takes out the lightsaber she was gifted only a few days ago and looks on it. The lightsaber that had seen war and strife, but also one of a grand mind. His lightsaber…
“I have been asked a few times if I really want a Master. At first, I would have said no, or passively changed the topic, but now…I…I ah…I keep looking at his lightsaber. He is afraid to take on a student again, though he passes on some lessons. I am afraid to ask, or perhaps I am discomforted at calling someone Master again. Yet, I…I think him and I could…”
Sandra shakes her head and stands abruptly and paces back and forward.
“I could not make a good student. I was not even picked properly by a Master! I was chosen because…I tripped in front of My Master and he laughed. He said that it was fated that I would bring a smile to his face in such a serious decision. I was…astonished! Shamed! Yet…he chose me. He raised me…”
Her eyes water as she grips her hair and looks up at the rain as it begins gently.
“What do I…need? This master who is coming…there are many force sensitives he could choose from. A master came and choose Seela and she has far less experience of any of us. Wait…why am I thinking of having a Master at all…? What is…what am I feeling?”
Sandra shakes her head and looks at the lightsaber in her hand still.
“…Do…Do I…want Verrac to teach me…? To be his partner? Why does my heart race so intensely when I think of calling him Master? What is…wrong with me? Goodness…I am rather flustered and confused. So confused.”
She sits at the edge of the building and looks on the lightsaber, rotating it and thinking on so many possibilities that she becomes frustrated and suddenly stops. She puts the saber away and just sits there quietly in the rain. Sandra takes out her old holovid and watches it to tears. Finally, she returns to her room, closes everything and just sits in a quiet corner until she falls asleep, the perfectly made bed is ignored.