Kesarah waited pensively in the columnated promenade of the Jedi Temple. Fern had asked her to wait here for her while she spoke with her former Master. A part of Kesarah wanted to run, and knew that she could do so. It’d be so easy to just slip away and disappear.
After everything that had happened with Shae and now being here with Fern she just wanted to run and never look back. Run as far as she could so that no one would ever find her. She took a deep breath, her exterior features showing an air of calm and pleasantry. She couldn’t do that though, Fern wanted her here. She wanted Kesarah to become a Jedi.
Another deep breath as she kept a smile plastered on her face, exuding an air of calm confidence. She was not going to let any of the passing Jedi see how distraught she was feeling and her emotions were sheathed in the same fashion which she’d learned over the years. All someone might sense from here would be ripples.
“You know this is the sort of thing I