17 The Orphanage (2/2)

Suddenly his hand began to give a faint green glow and an almost pleasurable feeling washed over her. She felt the pain from bruises wash away, the mental and physical fatigue followed suit.

This girl's hair was cut short into a standard bob cut with her hair tucked behind her ear on one side, while a plain platinum ornament held a forward braid on the opposite side. Her hair was chocolate brown and her eyes were an electric blue. Her skin was that of pastel pink, with a porcelain tone.

”My name is Valad Katsure, I'm looking for an apprentice.” He smiled widely, his hand moving from her shoulder to the side of her face as he took in more of her features.

Thin lips which matched her skin's tone with a faded red towards the opening of her mouth. Thick brows and big almond eyes. She was a head turner, and so was her sensitivity. ”I'm surprised the Jedi hadn't snatched you up.”

The girl's wide opened eyes hearing what he had said, only shook her head slightly when he made an observation. ”The Head Mistress doesn't let Jedi into the Orphanage, even then, I'm too old to be taken into the Order.”

Nodding lightly, Valad did recall this since the Jedi Order liked to indoctrinate their younglings at a young age into the ideals of the Jedi's service. However he also knew that within the several thousands of years of the Order's existence, age originally didn't matter as many older individuals gained training through the Jedi at older ages.

”I shall open your mind to the greater force...” Closing his eyes, he placed both hands upon her cheeks, pressing his forehead onto hers.

She stared up at the taller boy, feeling a tingling sensation in the back of her head. Her eyes began to close against her will and she simply allowed him to do as he willed. Her hands remaining lax at her sides.

”What is your name?” Valad asked, his eyes closed and his thoughts flowing into her.

She could feel things changing in her mind, she was completely disoriented. There was no pain, but she was definitely starting to feel dizzy. ”...Riané...” Her name droned from her lips.

Walking into the back of the building to check on the guest, the elder woman paused seeing the two of them in the corner. He had gone directly to this child? Her lips puckered a bit seeing that the bruises on the girl's legs were mysterious gone from the brutal punishments due to being dishonest and unruly. 'So this was the force sensitive he came for? At least I'm getting rid of a troublemaker.' Her puckered lips began to form into a small smile across her lips.

”Where there is revenge, there is self ruin.

Where there is time, there is change.

Where there is dark, there is the light.

Where there is good, there is evil.

The Chains are a Lie, we are free.

In pursuit of the Force, we gain immeasurable knowledge.

For the Greater Good, with the Lesser Evils,

The Balance shall prevail, for the Force is Alive.

Self Regulating...”

The two of them spoke this cipher together in unison, an odd overlapping sense of compassion seemed to be felt from this.