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She had heard you're not supposed to refer to males as graceful...It apparently is emasculating but honestly, Nadia can't think of a better word to describe her master.
When she walked on Tython and her master came up with the other padawans, all she heard was how powerful he was, how skilled he was and (much to her annoyance) how dashing the young master is. While he is powerful and skilled with his double bladed saber and yes, he is dashing...Nadia doesn't feel those words truly describe him.
He carries himself with an air of confidence and carefully maintained calm, his icy blue eyes always calming and welcoming leaving Nadia feeling warm on the inside for more reasons then she can possibly understand. The way he moves in and out of combat shows his experience and skill as a fighter.
He's an Echani she heard from Doctor Cedrax...She remembered reading about their race, warriors that believe battle is the truest way to speak to someone; the only time where hidden lies can truly be unveiled. Knowing this made Nadia feel odd...Feeling as if any spars her master does with her was his way of judging her if she was truly worthy.
When he fights...She can't describe it. It's less the brutish ways of Qyzen or the ruthlessness of Zenith and more...Dancing. She thinks it's Echani martial arts that allows for such movements but he is almost like a ghost on the battlefield, elegantly moving from one opponent to the next never losing momentum.
She remembered when she asked him about his skill and if she could one day reach that level, the white haired male gave her his serene smile-larger and more warm then what he gives anyone else Nadia likes to think-and said anything he can do, he will ensure she can do. Such is the duty of a Master for their Padawan.
Nadia could remember the warm feeling that filled her and the smile that split her face. Her master was so kind...And graceful in every sense of imagination.