[center][b]Master Kasari
Coruscant[/b][/center]

Kasari understood Major Athos concerns with absolute sincerity, a squad member with a lack of focus could be lethally dangerous when engaged in a mission that might include combat. She had been apart of group Jedi task forces amongst small missions to help the general public in the past, so Kasari had experience with team mentality. A group only stood as strong as their weakest leg, and sometimes many of the legs of that table were faulty; it was up to the group to find the fragile points and mask them or fix them.

“Your concerns are my own, Major Athos. I have absolute understanding of your worries, especially because I’ve taught Xeviiy since she was a child. Practically raised her. I did not select her for this mission, and I don’t like it. It’s out of my hands now, but I will do whatever it is that I can to help make sure her mental wellbeing is exactly where it needs to be. And, Lieutenant, I also harbor your feelings as well. Arren Kae is not wholly accepted for her teachings amongst certain aspects of the order. She’s unusual, harsh, and far removed from a lot of classical Jedi thought. Her affinity with the force, and her deep connection with the light is not something that can be cast aside rashly; there’s always a danger of the next Exar Kun rising, and that would be a terrible day for all of us.”

She paused to wonder about the mystical silver haired Jeid’s whereabouts upon Athos’ request. 

“The Room of a Thousand Fountains, at least, that’s where I saw her heading to. If you rush, perhaps you will catch her. Otherwise, I’d suggest her quarters on D436 or ask around to see if anyone else has seen her.” She paused, looking at the ground. “Xeviiy is a great student, Major. Make sure she returns safely, make sure you all return safely. I have a feeling things are going on that we don’t quite understand.”

[center][b]Aria Blair
Dantooine[/b][/center]

Aria kept her balance despite the surprise bump thankfully knocking her from her recurring nightmares. The look on her face made it seem like the padawan had no idea where she was. Dantooine appeared to be a foreign place, as foreign as it ever had. Even on the one place she could call home, Aria touched the inescapable feeling that what she was seeing was changing her. 

It didn’t make sense. She shook her head and glanced back and forth to see padawans and Master Iri. Aria found herself able to muster a warm smile at the padawan, remembering what it was like to be that young and so unafraid of anything: all the questions in the world, demanding all the answers with a defiant child-like fury of pent-up enthusiasm. 

She was thankful for the interruption.

Aria returned the bow politely. At any other time, the padawan would have shot the child a challenging, playful quip. But today was different, “It’s alright, I’m Aria Blair if you’d like to know so much. I’m Zhar Lestin’s padawan.” 

She accepted Iri’s invitation and went over to the shaded tree. Aria wasn’t sure of what to say or how to lead her questions. There were too many, and more piled above her to the point she drowned in a sea of no answers.

“Have you ever had visions before, Master… Iri, right? I’ve had dreams, but the fear of a nightmare or the reality of a dream quickly escapes memory. This, the images in my mind of late are not going away. They linger.”