Part 20 - Distress
"I'm not astounded at their predatory skills, no," Shard agrees, keeping with Rhijans' tone. "They might force us to take a detour if things get ugly, that's all." She continues with the search, frowning. "I'm not seeing anything interesting just yet. You?"
Pointless question, but she's feeling twitchy. Too much stress lately, and there wasn't even any Zidran Brandy to take the edge off any more. Letting out a long, slow breath, she struggles to center herself. There is a method....
"When you open yourself to the Force," her teacher lectures, "you may use the energies flowing through you to act upon yourself. Indeed, mastering yourself is the first step to mastering the world about you. Walking shoeless through a Zidran blizzard, releasing sand-spider venom from your body, ignoring shock and pain from a wound, sharpening your senses to a knife-edge, all of these things and more are possible."
Struggling to hold her plank position, sweaty hair dancing from her trembling, Shard just wishes he would shut up.
Sharpening senses. She remembers that. Discarding the ice of her learning, she fights again for the balance between heat and cold.