[center][b][color=006400]Moryr Ruzim[/color][/b]
[b][color=8dc73f]Coruscant[/color][/b][/center]

As Arren Kae strode past the Moryr the Cathar lowered her head slightly, both a sign of respect but also because of the slightly harsh ultimatum she had delivered unto the Padawan. The elder woman’s hair billowed behind her, a silver sheen of flowing light that followed her from the room. Without her presence the force felt lessoned, the absence of what was previously a beacon as their senses were opened receded and once more returned to normality.  She had been cold in her delivery to the Padawan, but Moryr didn’t doubt that it had been necessary to be so.  The message was an important one, and one that Xeviiy no doubt needed to hear in such strict terms in order for this to sink in. It was a hard lesson but with the wound that had been inflicted was evidence enough that she needed to listen, after all in the real world such wounds would be life threatening and dire, to say the very least and mistakes could not be made regarding the lives of the innocent. 

Moryr was reluctant to comment or show that she agreed fully with the lesson, after all she was sure that would have sunk in on its own and it would  not have been her place to pass such feedback to another’s Padawan – especially where she herself was also about to ask for further guidance due to her uncertain demeanour and current emotional state. She felt somewhat as a child who had witnessed another being scolded and felt some pretence of guilt that she had witnessed it but not shared in it.

Xeviiy spoke and excused herself before leaving the room, seemingly not so happy herself with the outcome, as she said it would take time to come to terms with things. Moryr made a note to speak with the Padawan when she could, to assure her that she respected and even felt somewhat that her attempts to avoid violence were admirable in her eyes, if not only to a certain point. 

After a few moments of silence Moryr turned to Master Kasari and spoke “Truly a hard lesson for some, though it saddens me to see such an… optimistic viewpoint be quashed so. It is refreshing to see one be so opposed to violence as opposed to embracing it, as misguided as it ultimately may be in some situations” 

She left time for the master to respond, before progressing on to what it was that was troubling her. 

“I admit that I feel lost without my own master” she began, the words almost flowing from her like a small torrent “I find myself a Knight without assignment or guidance due to the… unconventional nature of my relationship with him”.  She danced around the issue slightly somewhat, unwilling to say the exact words, half hoping she already knew and half wanting to avoid the judgment that may follow if she did not. “Suffice to say I will be without his presence which I have known throughout my training and did not expect to be so lost without it, though I understand it is required for my growth.”

She hesitated before adding further “I feel that to be cut off so entirely from him is unnecessary, though of course respect the wisdom and authority of the council. It is hard to come to terms with their decision and I fear my feelings are clouded and I cannot with good conscience allow this uncertainty to simmer and build lest it change into something more”.

She held her tongue further, awaiting whatever questions or words that would come. She did not intend to withhold anything from the senior Jedi, laying the issue bare and open to her scruples despite the slightly unforthcoming nature of her initial explanation. Moryr was unused to such feedback from anyone other than Muddar, and so could not help but display caution in her attempts to ask for guidance, especially after seeing first-hand how unkind some lessons needed to be in order to make an impact. 

The Cathar fiddled with the sleeve of her robe as she spoke, her eyes darting to and fro, pausing only briefly on the taller woman’s face, her nerves again showing through in her body language and demeanour.