The pounding in her head was reminiscent of rolling thunder. Liracen blinked, groaned and forced herself upright, finding herself still in her rumpled robes from the day before. Self-inflicted pain. She deserved this, she supposed, and she couldn't take it as an excuse to neglect her training. Willing her limbs into motion did not, unfortunately, do anything to numb or distract from the pain as she had briefly, vainly allowed herself to hope. She limped her aching way to the washroom on Flux Glow, casting a glance into the mirror to confirm that she looked about as bad as she felt and ran a hand over puffy eyelids, before reaching for her toothbrush. Mid-way, she stopped, sighed and clenched her eyes shut in resignation, gritting her teeth. Focusing inwards, she called on the Force, directing it at the toothbrush to lift it upwards, letting it levitate in front of her. Massaging her temples against hammering agony, she focused her mind on her morning routine, using her powers rather than her hands to accomplish most tasks. Her control had increased, though the required focus took a tremendous toll on her in her current state. She smirked inwardly, Lathar – Lord Kolph, she reminded herself – would lecture her on the necessity of overcoming adversity to gain strength were he able to see her now; Jester would likely just grin and wait for her to spill something on herself. With a flicker of irritation, she cut that thought short, pulled a face at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head slowly as she stepped into the small shower cabinet.
Darth Feld grounding his apprentice had pulled the break on further birthday frivolities, though she had to admit she was not too disappointed at the prospect of discontinuing the rampant alcoholic excess of the past couple of days. While Isbie's lesson in "hangover-drinking" had proved a temporary cure at the time, she suffered the consequences of it now as her body screamed bloody murder at her for the previous nights' abuse. Levitating a towel over to herself and gathering up her clothes she walked back to her quarters barefoot, folding and stowing everything away neatly before picking out loose fitting clothes and seeking out a quiet spot in the hangar bay to practice her forms. Despite initial shakiness, her body soon settled into the familiar rhythm, her feet carrying her lightly through the steps while her saber sang through the air in the sweeping motions of Shii-Cho. Her mind soon lost itself in the endless dance of close, feint and parry as she worked, building up speed as she executed the complicated maneuvers she'd had drilled into her.
Today marked a return to normality – and she found she didn't mind it as much as she'd feared.