Apr. 18th, 2017

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Alcuin had been training with Qui-Gon for a number of weeks now. He had not even touched his sword (and certainly not a lightsaber), but occasionally wielded a well-weighted stick. Most of the time, however, he practiced mindfulness, forms, controlling his body, and reflexes. The final of which sometimes involved dodging small rocks that Qui-Gon threw at him.

He felt as if he was doing well, or at least as well as he could be doing. He was also incredibly grateful. Qui-Gon reminded him of Joscelin in some ways, and the forms he taught him reminded him of what he'd seen of Cassilines. And he was also relieved in some ways to not be wielding a blade yet. It still brought back bad memories.

Today, he was practicing on his own in a patch of grass near the entrance to the inn. He was barefoot, in loose-fitting cotton pants and no shirt. It was overcast, though he was wearing sunscreen anyway. (What a remarkable invention!) But he was particularly trying to get in touch with his body. Each movement as he went through the form deliberate and flowing into the next.

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