Day 001: A Beginning

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She was early, a whole hour early, but she used her time wisely to stretch and prepare herself in this Jed-Eye-like space.  There were no discs to fight, so she did the long meditative routine that was her own.  It was dance and form, smooth, perfect movement that wasted no energy.  It was something to be lost within with its clean lines and sweeping gestures.  She was centered, aware, and felt the Force clearly.  She understood, now, that one did not take the Force like one would take a weapon.  It was used like a sense--like the stretching of the mind to read thoughts and to sense danger.

Now, she felt as if she were playing a children's game with it, letting it lead her through her routine, letting it guide her movements.  Surrendering control.  Arha continued on even after she picked out Obi-Wan's tread.  Her final turn brought her before him, where she slid into the root position, sitting with her legs crossed.

And then flashed him a smile of greeting.