The idea of becoming a Jedi was all she'd ever lived by. Sephi Greggory laid by a window on a Republic ship, looking at the stars that were so close to the tips of her fingers, yet so incredibly far away. She was only five years old, dressed in a simple black robe with a green, her favorite color, tie around it and a pair of black slippers. Her blonde hair was cut short, but still able to be pulled back into a small ponytail. Her bangs still partially covered her bright green eyes, which seemed ever curious to her surroundings. The girl sat up and sat with her back against the frame of the window she was looking out, crossing her small legs in the large robe. That was the thing about the uniforms that children Jedi received. They were usually one-size-fits-all.

After her father had passed on, Sephi had lived alone in the paid-off house for awhile. She didn't like being alone. Ever. The girl couldn't stand not to have some kind of prescense with her, that's where her small dog-skitty like creature named affectionately Preen came in. Preen was an old dog, but there was nothing wrong with him. He died the day after she had left for the Jedi. Sephi never knew her mother. She'd died giving birth to her. Her father was an ex-Jedi, and even at the age of two or three, was always filling her head with stories of how awesome and truthful and incredibly proud the Jedi were.

Sephi showed remarkable talent for using the force at a young age, having learned the hard way how to hold a lightsaber. That proof was present enough on the inside of her left palm. She'd always had, if nothing else, a few cute looks she could shoot to get her way. It's how she fed herself after her father passed. Now her food and room were free, with the cost of training a good ten or more hours a day. Despite the fact that she looked like a perfectly innocent five-year old, she could be pretty devious. She'd already learned a good number of secret passages to and from her room around the ship.

Ir Ro`vor was sitting in his quarters. His eyes were watery with tears. He was trying to keep them down, but to no avail. A small tear ran down his cheek. He missed his mother and father. He knew it was a great honor to be a Jedi, but he still felt regret going. His parents had told him that ultimately it was his decision but it would be an honor to be the parent of a Jedi and that it would make them proud. Ir had pushed backs his tears during his goodbye, and he told his parent that he loved them and they told him the same. It was a touching moment, but now thinking back on the scene Ir had begun to cry. "I miss my mom," he said whimpering.

Sephi sighed and got up, moving through the connected door to her friend Ir Ro 'vor's room. She moved over to him and set a hand on his shoulder to try and help, as she knew what was wrong. "I know.",she said quietly, wrapping her arms around him. They were friends from a long while ago, and knew each other growing up. "When you become a Padawan, i'm sure that master will allow you to go and visit them.",she said simply. She had nothing to go home to, and she knew it.

"No, I can't," Ir said wiping the tears away, "I can't go see them ever again, Master Goran said that we can't visit our families again, we can't have attachments he said." He stopped whimpering and calmed him self down. "I guess he's right though," he said, "attachment leads to jelousy, jelousy leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to the dark side."


((OoC: We'll just say Master Goran will be the Jedi who discovered Sephi and Ir))

"Are we not allowed to have friends either?",she asked quietly. She shook her head and sighed, looking back at him. "Indeed it does. But are you calmed down now? Can you go to sleep?",she asked, looking at him. She gave him a smile, and looped an arm around his shoulders. "Can't train if we're exhausted." It was true. Master Goran would have their heads if they couldn't train correctly. And lord, that would not go over very well.

"Ya, I can," Ir said uncurling his legs. He was feeling better. Sephi seemed to always know what to say. She was the most mature kid Ir had known. He thought it probably had to do with the hardships she went through. What ever the reason, she was able to keep Ir level headed.

She gave him a smile and helped him to the bed, sitting down on the edge. "Good. Master Goran wouldn't be pleased if we were tired for training.",she said quietly, patting his head. She ran a hand through her hair, and adjusted her green eyes to look out the window to the stars beyond. "Some day we'll be able to do what we like. Don't worry." When they finally became Jedi Masters, then they could do what they wanted. That's what she was looking forward to.

Ir fell asleep quickly. He had a fitfull sleep though. In the morning though he was rested, and ready to face the day. The ship they were on was going to take several days to get back to Corscant but Master Goran promised to start their training along the way.

Ir got up and prepared for the new day. He cleaned him self, and put the growing lock of hair into the braid of a youngling. The rest of his hair was short as always. He quickly dressed in the plain tunic and trousers they had given him, and headed out to the training room.

When he was asleep, Sephi moved back to her own room to sleep. She went to bed and fell into a somewhat peaceful slumber, except for the feeling that someone was in the bed with her. The presence, whatever it was, never ceased to hold her while she slept.

Sephi awoke at the proper time, and sighed, getting up and cleaning for training. She pulled on the tunic and trousers, along with a pair of boots and topping it all off with a belt. She pulled her hair back into a short ponytail, and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Sephi inspected herself in the mirror and, finding herself presentable, headed out to the training room.

Ir was in the training room first, next to Goran. Goran had been there well before Ir, but Ir didn't know how long. Goran was sitting crossed legged in the middle of the room. He was sitting there closed eyed, with his hands on his lap. Ir came in, and stood in front of the sitting Goran. "Sit," said Goran. Ir sat crossed legged as well.

Coming in shortly after Ir, Sephi trotted in and moved over to sit next to Ir and in front of Goran, crosslegged. She as well wondered how long the man had been there, but wasn't about to trouble him by asking. She set her hands in her lap, and sighed, looking at him. It was amazing to her how much a jedi could so easily concentrate on something, but at another time keep an eye on his surroundings.

"Sit," Master Goran said to Sephi. After she had sat down, silence occupied the room. Master Goran didn't say anything at all, nor did his body communicate his attitude or mode at the time. Master Goran was an old battle scarred man, who's grim demeanor seemed intimidating. They sat their in silence, neither Ir nor Sephi speaking up. Both though were growning restless.

Sephi merely sat there as her master had said, and sighed silently. Why did master insist on doing this? The girl's mind started tp wander. She blinked and snapped herself back into it, and flexed her hands in her lap. He always seemed so...well, it was hard to describe. She couldn't help but think that if she wanted complete silence and nothing to happen, that she would have done better just staying in bed. Wrapped up in a blanket for the rest of the day sounded pretty good.

Ir's mind was beginning to wander. He tried to keep it from wandering, but it was no use. Soon he gave up, and he became distracted. Eventualy even that bored him. "What are we doing, why aren't we training," he asked Master Goran. Goran opened his eyes and looked at Ir. "Patience, young one, in due time the purpose will be revealed.

Sephi looked up at her friend's words, and she stretched her arms. She popped her shoulders and put her hands back in her lap, sighing. "If you say so, Master.",she said simply. Hey, if she argued, there'd be a good chance that she'd get in trouble. So she wasn't going to risk it. She looked out the stars outside the window, and concentrated on one area, trying to figure out if she could see anything that the stars made. So far, nothing.

They had spent the entire training time sitting there, doing nothing, or at least what seemed like nothing. The alarm chimed it was time for dinner. Master Goran stood up, and left leaving the two younglings sitting their wondering what that was about. Ir got up soon after Goran left. He stretched his legs. "I'm hungry now," he said.

Sephi stood and stretched, and shook her head. "Why did we have to do that again? If I wanted to sit in quiet all day and do nothing, I would have just stayed in bed.",she muttered, turning her attention to Ir. Seven hours of doing crap nothing. Was that REALLY nessecary? Though she didn't voice her opinions out loud, she did at least give an exasperated sigh. " I am too, just a little, though.",she said quietly. Sephi could eat something as small as two apples, and be full for five hours.

"Let's go to diner than," he said leading the pair into the dining hall of the small republic ship. Goran was sitting at a table by him self, and two pilots where chating it up over near the food dispencer. Ir went over towards the food dispencer. The two pilots moved to a table to talk in private. The machine spit out a tray. It moved along a conveyer belt and along the way it dropped food onto the tray. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't fancy living either.

"Yes, of course.",the girl said with a smile. Sephi merely got a couple of apples from the dispenser, but nothing else. She rested up against the machine and waited for Ir, crunching into an apple. She likced a touch of juice from the corner of her lips, and sighed. These apples were good. And as one of the pilots once said to her, they were the green of her eyes. After a minute, she examined it, noticing that indeed, they were the same light green, almost emerald color as the iris that surrounded her pupils.