Six weeks was a long time, and no time at all. In Adam’s absence, Kijani threw herself into her Jedi training. She and Yoda worked day and night to mold her into a proper Jedi. She could command the fauna of Dagobah with her Jedi mind tricks. She was getting stronger by the day, being able to lift boulders and even most fallen tree with Yoda’s assistance after a storm with the Force. Her body was trim and fit, and the princess was getting calluses on her royal hands. It seemed she had left the softness behind her. She wasn’t even cold anymore, most days. Nightly, Yoda told her stories of former Jedi, how great they used to be. These stories fascinated Kijani; the more she learned, the more she wanted to live up to millennia of expectations. She asked, just once, why there were barely any Jedi left, but Yoda had looked so ill at the question that she dropped the subject immediately. Every day, she grew. Every day, she got better and better. And yet. What was the point if Adam was not here to share her triumphs? He was the only one who would really understand what she was going through. She hadn’t heard from him since he’d left. Her father kept her updated on his piloting exploits. It seemed he was making a name for himself, and she was proud. Unfortunately, with the way things had been left, she was too much of a coward to contact him. Her own feelings were a mess. Kijani still didn’t know what she wanted. All she knew was that she missed him terribly. The way he encouraged her. The way he always seemed to listen. The way he smiled. Even the stupid beard she didn’t like, she missed. No amount of meditation kept him from her dreams. - As the massive silver ship sped overhead, Kijani frowned. Who was this? It couldn’t be her father – there was no way he would travel in something so ostentatious. It didn’t look like an Empire ship either. If they had somehow known where she was, they would have fired first and asked questions never. So… who? With a sigh, Kijani took off at a loose jog, headed for the ship.