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

Master Kasari lifted a finger to her lips, a gesture that Moryr understood before they both turned their attention to the pair in the centre of the room. Initially she saw nothing else aside from what was obvious, though it took her only a few moments to realise that Arren Kae was manipulating the force in such a way that she was projecting a vision into the padawan, the complexity and details of which left a feeling of somewhat awe in the young knight. As she opened herself to the force and began to observe the situation she felt a tingle creep through her body at the sheer affinity that Arren Kae had. To say that the force flowed freely through her would have been an understatement, it was more like a torrent that burst forth from every seam and pore. 

It appeared to Moryr as she watched in eager interest that the exercise here was intended to help the young woman better understand the necessity of using violence when there was no alternative – a lesson that Mudarr had little trouble instilling in herself. A prang of sadness surfaced once more as her thoughts turned to her previous master, before she again trust them away and focused on Xeviiy and the mercenaries. As the situation continued to unfold as the tall woman beside her leant close and whispered “Is this your first time seeing Arren Kae in action as well? She’s certainly… interesting, isn’t she?”

Keeping her eyes on the pair Moryr matched her tone and volume as she nodded and whispered “Her connection to the force… It is humbling to observe”. She would have continued but at that point the remaining mercenary charged with his vibroblade drawn and there was a clash and crackle as it met with Xeviiy’s lightsaber.

Moryr could not help but think that if it was her in her place that she already would have struck, ensuring that the mercenaries had fallen before they could have harmed another of the farmers, but she knew that to observe and to participate were two very different things and she did not think any less of the Padawan for trying to resolve the situation without the need for violence, but indeed she realised that it must have been a lesson she needed to be taught. 

As she continued to watch, now invested in the success of Xeviiy she unconsciously urged the woman to cut the man down swiftly, for it was clear to her that if he were real the galaxy would be a far better place without his stain, a fact she had come to believe about those who would readily do harm onto others for nothing but their own selfish benefits. It was a fine line for a Jedi to walk, but walk it none-the-less they must. Moryr found herself unconsciously flexing her claws, a habit she often did when excited or overly interested in the outcome of a situation.