Jas stood and backed up, the defiant look on her face accompanied by flashing colours from her smashed datapad that was now starting to make shutdown noises. It was unlike Jas to be so cowardly as to back away but she was attempting to stand up for herself here. Eeth wasn't going to control her, she thought. "And why would I 'pull down my pants and bend over'? Do you think I'm crazy? You'll smack me," she said in a voice that was meant to sound stoic, but came across as anything but.

Eeth raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I will smack you," he said. "With my paddle. If I have to force you to cooperate, I will use my belt. Your choice."

That wasn't much of a choice, Jas thought. But what could she do? She had already tried outrunning him and found it entirely ineffective; Eeth would catch her and then the shit would really hit the fan. Not that she should be afraid. Jas was never afraid or backed away from punishment! This was different, though, she convinced herself; Eeth smacked a lot harder than anyone else and he used a paddle. The notion of a belt wielded by him was even more unappealing! Realising that she'd been standing there too long already, Jas unenthusiastically reached up under her tunic and pulled her trousers down to the crease where her bottom met her thighs, and then she put her hands on the table. This was humiliating. But seeing her datapad flash and beep in distress made her smile, if only for a second, because Eeth lost no time in expressing his displeasure with her token compliance.

"Pull your pants down to your knees," he ordered. "And bend over all the way." He folded his arms over his chest and tapped his upper arm with the paddle impatiently.

Stubborn Jas might be, but stupid she was not and so she held back arguments, for now. Her expression turned from defiance to sullen as she pushed her trousers down to her knees. Then, not wanting Eeth to see that she was hesitant, or worse, scared, she quickly turned her back to him and laid her chest flat across the wooden table, her hands just reaching the opposite edge. Thankfully, there was just enough space between the attached bench seat to stand comfortably; having to move to the narrow end would make this far too serious for her liking.

Eeth stepped up behind her and brought the paddle down in a ringing swat that drew a muted grunt from Jas.

"Just for the record," he said. "I will not stand for destructive behaviour, nor will it get you out of having to do your lessons. The next time you do anything like this, I will take a switch to you. Rest assured that this is something you will want to avoid."

With this, he continued the paddling, making the swats as hard as they could.

After those first few, Jas' breath began to leave her in gasps, and then yelps. She was not used to being smacked hard and long enough to leave a lasting impression. Perhaps it was the stoicism in which she accepted most physical corrections that had left her crèche master wondering if corporal punishment was the right way to deal with Jas, which was why he had increasingly favoured timeouts and meditations when she misbehaved. This hadn't worked. In fact, her behaviour had gotten a lot worse. He was a gentle man, firm but kind and well-suited to raising the Jedi's younglings. What he lacked was time to deal with the real problem children. He did his best, but sometimes that just wasn't enough. In Jas' case, he was grateful that the Council had intervened since she needed more help than he could provide.

Right now, Jas would do anything to be back in the care of her crèche master. She rose up on her toes but quickly realised that this did little to stop the sting and everything to better present her undercurve. Mistake! She ditched that and settled on transferring her weight from foot to foot instead. It hurt, it really did, and by the time she had lost count, Jas had started crying.

Unperturbed, Eeth dealt out thirty solid swats. This was the harshest punishment Jas had received from him so far, and in his opinion, it was more than deserved.

Stowing the paddle back into his belt, he said brusquely, "Up you get. I will fetch another datapad and then you will work on your lesson. Kneel if you must, but you will finish. And I will ask your crèche master to register you for fifteen hours of community service so you can make up for wilfully destroying Temple property."

With this, he headed for the cabin where he, of course, had an ample supply of spare pads. Jas' defiance had been entirely pointless.

Jas pushed herself up when bade, tears streaking her face. She didn't turn to watch him leave. Instead she gingerly righted her clothing and tried in vain to massage out the throb. It was futile, of course. Her hands flew to her sides the moment the cabin door opened and Eeth emerged with another datapad. Fuck, she hadn't counted on him allowing her to use his or Raven's, nor did she suspect Eeth would have packed a spare! Great… Still sore, and swiping at tears, Jas did not make eye contact as he came back.

Eeth wordlessly handed her the datapad. He also offered her a handkerchief. Just like the last time, he would leave it up to her to accept it or indulge her pride and refuse.

Jas did refuse his offer, which did not come entirely unexpected to Eeth. Instead, she took the datapad and knelt on the bench seat, swiping her nose with a sleeve.

"Do not," said Eeth promptly and sternly, "wipe your nose on your sleeve. It is unhygienic and bad manners."

Jas didn't care, nor was she willing to further antagonise Eeth. Thus, she just nodded and got to work.

The life cycle of garbage worms turned out to be even less interesting than Jas could ever have imagined. Not to mention the fact that her ass was on fire and made the reading far more of an ordeal then it would have been had she not smashed her datapad. When she finally handed Eeth the finished report, her expression was resigned.

"You never know when the topic might become useful," Eeth remarked as he scanned the datapad. "My first padawan was involved in hunting down a gang that traded in garbage worm scales. The worms were threatening to disrupt the garbage disposal system. Catching the traders while not being eaten by garbage worms proved to be quite a challenge. Come on inside. We will have lunch now."

The deadpan look Jas gave him at hearing about that mission was all telling. "If I can't evade garbage worms by the time I'm knighted, then the Order has every right to kick me out," she told him flatly, getting to her feet and rubbing her ass. Sitting had been hard on her and she had not yet forgiven Eeth for causing her so much pain. Jas tended to hold grudges and found it difficult reverting to normal even when the drama had passed.

Eeth, however, was supremely immune to sulking. He had never aimed for universal popularity nor had he ever been under the illusion that he would achieve any such thing. Therefore, he was good at ignoring grudges unless they became annoying, in which case he put his foot down.

"Oh, you will be able to, no doubt," he replied as he led the way into the cabin, "just as my former padawan was able to, of course. I would never have allowed him to be knighted if he was not. But it helps if you know what you are doing. Not least of all, it helps save the lives of garbage worms and even of the people you are pursuing. The Jedi do not risk lives needlessly, and that includes others than our own. Especially those."

Jas remained silent. He had a point, she knew, but there was no way she was going to say as much.

Eeth led her to the kitchenette where he fetched a package of dried meat from the cooler.

"We will make sandwiches," he said. "When Raven comes back, she will bring supplies for dinner."

Unlike the study of garbage worms, cooking was something Jas enjoyed, and it made her think about a question Eeth had asked on their way here. What things did she enjoy? What things did she have difficulty with? Well, cooking was one thing she liked, and as she attempted to levitate the left-over bread loaves from the top shelf, only to send the container into the window, something that she had difficulty with became glaringly obvious. Thankfully for both their stomachs' sake, the container pulled up mere centimetres before smashing through the glass, and this was not her doing. She looked from Eeth to the container that was now hovering back towards the bench.

Eeth caught the container in his hands and set it onto the counter. He had never been much in favour of showing off his Force control skills when something could just as well be done by hand.

"You might be strong in the Force," he said, "but I see we will need to work on your control. Getting something from the shelf is easy. Moving it to where you want it is not as easy. It requires practice, focus, and attention to detail; things that many initiates who are strong in the Force have difficulties with."

"It," Jas started, but fell silent; there wasn't anything she could say to get around this as her control was not great. Admitting to such a weakness, however, felt like a failure and thus she neither denied nor confirmed his comments. When Eeth said no more and started teaching her how to moisten bread, Jas was both relieved and interested.

Jas enjoyed helping to make their lunch, and eating it! She had a prodigious appetite thanks to the first spurt of puberty. After two full sandwiches, she was comfortably sated and picked at the dried meat distractedly while Eeth finished his meal. Her mind was back at the Temple. Her crèche mates would be having lunch now, too, and she wondered what they were saying about her absence. And how would her crèche master have explained it? Jas didn't know. She quickly pulled herself together. What did she care what they thought of her anyway? She was above them in any case.

Finished with her meal - and not wanting to talk to Eeth anymore - Jas gathered her plate and made to stand, only to be told to sit back down.

"What for?" Jas huffed, but she complied all the same. Her ass hurt and, as much as she wanted to resent Eeth, she was starting to feel that he might have had a point.

"First, because I care about manners," Eeth replied. "Jedi are expected to possess them, and thus we raise our children to behave well. Second, because I care about meals. Having food in abundance, and being able to eat it without anyone threatening to take it away, is a privilege. Be grateful for it and treat it accordingly. At the very least, you will ask to be excused before you leave the table. But I will not usually excuse you before everyone sitting at the table has finished eating."

Jas might be a haughty, arrogant and rebellious child, but she would also desist if she believed the other to have made a valid point. Not admit to it, maybe, but concede and desist, yes.

When Eeth was done eating his own sandwich, he took his glass and plate to the sink and motioned for Jas to do the same.

"Let us go outside," he said. "I want to work with you on your levitation skills."

If she were honest with herself, levitation wasn't something that came easy to her. However, admitting as much felt like a failure to the proud, self-determined Zabrak. Thus, none of her uncertainties showed in her gait or features as she strode along beside him.

Eeth took her towards the beach. It offered an abundance of rocks which meant that it was an excellent training ground.

"Does size matter to you when you practise levitation?" he asked. "I am not interested in the technical answer that it does not. I know that. But psychologically, it sometimes does."

"Well, yes, a bit…" said Jas. "Like you say, 'technically' I know it doesn't matter." Despite her efforts to cover it, Jas looked uncomfortable at admitting this. Then again, what if he could help? She had tried before but it hadn't worked.

"Alright," said Eeth, sitting down and beckoning for her to sit down opposite him. "We will work on that. But before we do, we will start with things that you should be comfortable lifting."

He pointed at a small stone that stood out due to its bright red colour.

"Raise this to your eye level and then float it into my hand," he said, holding out his hand.

Jas unwittingly mimicked him and closed her eyes as she always did when attempting this sort of thing. The Force, she knew, was what gave the Jedi their power. It was an energy field created by all living things that bound the universe together. Jas could tap into it with ease and it made her feel safe. She did so immediately, drawing it into herself and focusing on the small stone. It lifted abruptly to eye level, then shot just as quickly to Eeth's outstretched hand. The aggregate itself, however, was threatening to fragment. Jas frowned, and concentrated hard to withdraw some of the power so as not to shatter his hand.

Eeth caught it, flinching a little at the pain of the impact.

"Sorry, I didn't do that on purpose," Jas said because she really hadn't set out to hurt him.

Eeth nodded. "Alright, try it again, and slowly this time," he said, throwing the stone back to its original place. "This is somewhat similar to muscle exercises. Doing it slowly is harder than doing it fast, but it gives you more control. Try to let the stone float. Imagine it was a feather."

Jas closed her eyes once again, trying to imagine that the stone was a feather as Eeth had suggested. This time, she drew less from the Force, reducing the strength and attempting to make it a softer, more controlled motion. Once more, the stone rose like it had been shot out of a cannon, only to drop again as Jas withdrew her hold. Well, fuck, she thought. She picked it up again, this time managing to keep it a bit more controlled, but not much. It flew into the air a metre above her head, then slowly floated down. From there, the stone skipped in bursts of barely controlled haste towards Eeth's hand.

"That," Eeth said drily, "will obviously require practice. Sit next to me and link with me."

He helped her through the process several times, then made her do it again on her own. And again. And again. And again.

Predictably, Jas soon became bored and irritated with the exercise. She managed to slow and temper her strength to some degree with Eeth's help, but solo it was a different story, especially so when she was sick to death of the repetition. At her next attempt, the rock shot straight up, slowed, inched towards her eye level and then, before it could land in Eeth's hand, it exploded. Jas kicked at the ground and got to her feet. "Something is wrong with that stone," she grouched.

"No, something is wrong with your control," Eeth snapped. "Sit back down. And pick another one. You can do this, and you will keep trying until you manage."

The command to sit was obeyed. However, hearing that Eeth planned to make her do this until she managed to get it right drew a huff. "Well, we're going to be here for a long time, then. I hope your apprentice wasn't planning on being knighted anytime in the next few years," she stated bluntly.

"I thought you were good at everything?" said Eeth mildly.

Jas just glared at him. Using the Force, she levitated a rock and shattered it above her palm. It had felt satisfying and enough to quell Jas' annoyance at Eeth's comment. "And I thought Jedi masters weren't meant to make fun of their students' inabilities," she snapped.

"I am not making fun of anything but your claim that you are good at everything," said Eeth solemnly. "Pride is not a quality you should indulge. Apart from that, I have full confidence in your ability to master this technique well before my padawan is knighted. I would not make you repeat the exercise if I did not. Once again, it might be helpful if you could find it within yourself to trust me. We are not dealing with an 'inability.' You merely lack practice at tampering your strength."

Jas accepted this for now. Over and over and over she tried. She could get the stone into his hand in short, fast bursts, but doing so smoothly was proving hard. Jas was tenacious when it came to improving skills she already excelled at, but having to start from the bottom and work up? Well, that was just plain frustrating. After half an hour she finally managed to limp the stupid rock into Eeth's hand. Her patience was severely strained by this point. "There! I did it!" she said. "Now can we stop?"

"I thought," Eeth said coolly, "we had established this morning that the lesson ends when I say it ends. Do we need to establish it again?"

The look he gave her clearly said that it was inadvisable to answer the question in the affirmative.

Eeth's question was met with a frown. "No," she replied promptly. "But you said I had to keep trying until I managed. I managed."

"You managed to levitate it into my hand," said Eeth. "You did not manage to make it float. Besides, you may safely leave it to me to decide whether the lessons' objective has been achieved . So far, it has not. Now do it again."

Jas looked up at him and gave him an earnest expression. "Do you enjoy torturing me or something?" she asked, honestly wondering, because they had been at this for ages.

"I am not torturing you, I am teaching you," said Eeth, stony-faced. "There is a difference. Just for the record, I do not enjoy paddling you either. It is going to happen nonetheless unless you get back to work right now. I do not care how many reminders you need to learn it, but I am the one who is in charge here and when I tell you what to do, you do it or be ready to bear the consequences."

There was a momentary pause in which Jas attempted to stare him down. When Eeth failed to relent, she crossed her arms and scowled. "Whatever you want to call it," she said, then reached out her hand and started to repeat the exercise because, even though she was entirely sick to death of it, it was preferable to being punished by Eeth, not that she would admit as much.

Eeth made her repeat it five more times, and there was indeed a marked improvement by the time he declared the lesson finished.

"Try to practise whenever you have an opportunity," he said. "But not with things that might break or smash the window. Now, let us go to the yard and have a workout."

Jas just nodded, pleased that they could finally stop. She followed him to their yard where Eeth ran her through a warm-up that was, like their levitation, a lot longer, harder and more strenuous than any Jas had done at the Temple. In fact, Jas was tired before they'd even started the lesson, but she wouldn't let that on; heck, no, Jas was way too stubborn for that.

"If you're trying to make this hard on me on purpose, it won't work. I'll die before I give in," she told him in a valiant effort at keeping her pride despite the fact that she was breathing heavily.

"I am making this just as hard as it needs to be for you to improve your physical condition," Eeth said, finding her remark rather silly. "Which is no more than I would do with any other student. I do not quite see why I should want to make you 'give in,' and give in to what, exactly. Now show me the most advanced kata you have completely mastered."

Unconvinced, but equally unwilling to voice more of her thoughts on this lest they be stuck here forever, Jas unclipped her weapon and spun it, beginning the sixth kata. Eeth stood back and watched, his face impassive. Each of Jas' movements was clipped and precise, her footing balanced. When the last move was executed, Jas held it for a moment before flipping her saber and catching it deftly and moving back into a ready stance.

Eeth nodded.

"Your mastery of the moves is adequate," he said. "The flow of the kata needs improvement, though. We will work on your connection with the Force. First, though, I want to gain an impression of your sparring skills."

He drew his lightsaber and took a ready stance opposite her.

"You attack, I block," he told her. "After ten minutes or so, we will switch."

Now this was an order Jas was all too happy to obey. Her eyes closed briefly and then opened again, her focus on the Force absolute. Jas threw everything she had at Eeth. Of course the kid wasn't arrogant enough to anticipate outmatching him, but if she could win a point, it would make her day.

That this was Jas' strong suit did not exactly surprise Eeth. He calmly and unhurriedly parried her blows, putting no more force behind his blocks than was strictly necessary to fend her off, and observed for a while, occasionally giving a bit of advice. Her stance was good, which was something that many youngsters struggled with. She was also attuned to the Force to a fairly high degree for one her age. Her physical shape was adequate, although given her complaints about their warm-up, he doubted that her endurance was where it might have been with more rigorous training. Her style was a little on the aggressive side, but he had seen worse. She definitely showed promise.

He increased the speed of his blocks a little, forcing her to move faster, and continued to give advice. She could take it or leave it, of course; if she took it, she might just score a hit.

Jas was rarely, if ever, pushed to her limits during crèche training sessions. Thus, her endurance was not quite where it could be. She blamed this on others, arguing that her opponents were useless and boring and her teachers too busy coaching the dweebs to care about her. Eeth was different. He was fast, really fast, and – "ow!" she hissed as her wrist strained against one of his blocks – she liked his style. Jas did listen to his advice. When Eeth mentioned she was favouring her left, she switched stance. When he told her that she'd missed an opening, she made a note to look for another, and when he told her to look for weaknesses in his defence, Jas made an effort to do as he said.

Eeth was a demanding teacher, but he also reliably rewarded an honest effort. Thus, shortly before the ten minutes were up, he allowed Jas, who had switched her saber to her right and finally found another opening, to score a hit that she had well deserved. Of course, there was no way that a ten-year-old could score a hit against him unless he wanted her to, but that was not the point of teaching, after all. He had learned this as a senior initiate already.

"Well done. Now I attack, you block," he said, giving Jas little chance to recover.

Jas was still basking in Eeth's praise and trying to catch her breath when he ordered her to block. No, wait, Jas thought, she wasn't ready, not yet! But it was too late; Eeth was already launching into an attack, forcing her to defend or be knocked down. Naturally, the latter was not going to happen, not if Jas had any say in it! Thus, she sucked it up, gritted her teeth and pushed on. Despite finding attacking more fun, Jas was equally skilled at defence. She parried, dodged, vaulted and rolled her way around his attacks, all of which were a lot more difficult than what she was accustomed to.

To Eeth, it became increasingly obvious that Jas was a very skilled initiate who was not used to being pushed anywhere near her limits. Her skill in this area was probably sufficient to ace every sparring class and win against her crèche mates without much of an effort, thought Eeth, and that might be part of the problem. If only she had had some more demanding teachers who had kept her on her toes, she might have developed a far healthier attitude.

This time, he had not given her a time limit. He kept attacking for about fifteen minutes and then, without a break in the fight, said, "Freestyle sparring now. Attack or block, whatever you think is suitable." He was aware that Jas was getting tired, but she was never going to improve her condition if she was not pushed.

Jas fought with all her might, taking advice from Eeth when it was offered but mostly just trying to keep from failing; she'd sooner fall on her own lightsaber.

That tenacity was something Raven noticed as she unpacked the supplies from the speeder. Eeth, of course, was not nearly sparring to his full potential, not by a long shot, but neither was the typically ill-tempered child letting this get to her. Raven paused as she paid the driver when Jas leapt over the man's head, a move not usually used by initiates. Raven didn't want to distract Eeth and Jas from the lesson and thus she used the Force to levitate their supplies into the cabin and began to unpack.

Having noticed both Raven's return and Jas' exhaustion, Eeth called the fight to a stop.

"Drink some water and walk around the yard a few times," he advised Jas. "Incidentally. That jump over my head that you performed a while ago: did someone teach you how to do it?"

"Would it matter?" Jas managed to get out between ragged breaths. Both hands were on her hips as she walked around the yard slowly. It didn't take her long to regain her composure, and she took a drink of water before joining him again. She was sweaty but had a slight look of satisfaction on her face. Jas had enjoyed this, strenuous though it had been.

"Yes, because I want to know whether you have been taught how to do it safely," said Eeth. "Moreover, you may safely assume that I would not have asked the question if the answer did not matter. I have no interest in wasting your time or mine. Have you been taught, yes or no?"

"I taught myself. Nobody has officially 'taught' me," Jas said.

"I thought so," Eeth said drily. "I do not want you to do it again until you have been properly taught, then. It is dangerous. If you make good progress, Raven or I will teach you in due time. For now, you are forbidden from performing it."

Jas opened her mouth to argue that if she could do it, why was it dangerous? Her mouth snapped shut, though; arguing with Eeth had not worked so far and her backside had barely recovered from the last run-in with his paddle.

"Now, your skills with a lightsaber are satisfactory, but you could be much better still if you were in top physical shape. Why are you not?" asked Eeth.

"Better shape?" Jas raised an eyebrow and swiped her forehead with a sleeve. "I'm the toughest in my crèche group."

"So?" asked Eeth, raising his eyebrows. "Does this stop you from working hard? Which you should. After all, the aim of your training should be for you to develop your full potential, rather than content yourself with having more talent than others. Your teachers and peers in the crèche might not always be able to drive you to challenge your limits. The question is, though, do you seriously want to become better? If you do, then stop waiting for others to make you improve."

"Why should I?" Jas thought to Eeth's opening question. However, by the time he stopped talking, she was starting to wonder if he might be right. "I'm attending the highest level crèche has to offer," she said. But was she pushing herself? Nah, not really.

"And if it is not high enough for you, there is nothing stopping you from doing more than you have to," said Eeth. "Let us go inside and help Raven unpack."

Jas frowned but said nothing. She simply grunted and followed him inside.

Her nose rose upon entering the door. The smell of raw meat stood out to her; it was positively dank in the small cabin.

"Master." Raven turned from stacking food into their cooler and bowed a greeting to the man. "Jas," she said, nodding to the girl. "I see you two have worked up an appetite." She smiled. The comment had only been true for Jas but she needn't mention that.

"I can wait till dinner," Eeth replied predictably; it was only five in the afternoon, after all, and he had not exerted himself all that much.

Starting to help Raven sort the food away, he said, "Jas, if you are hungry, help yourself to some food, but do not eat too much; we will have dinner in two hours or so. You may have the time until then to yourself. My padawan and I will have a workout now. I suspect she needs one, and so do I."

And so did he? What the heck did he call what they had just done, a cake walk? Jas thought. She didn't say anything, though, as to do so would be to admit she felt the workout had been harder on her than she wanted to acknowledge. Taking two strips of raw meat that had been stacked into the cooler, she placed them on a plate and helped finish unpacking. Then, as Eeth and Raven left, she sat down to eat.

It took half an hour before the sounds of what could only be an epic battle drew the initiate's attention. At first, she just looked out the window. Then she sat by the door. Eventually, she was ringside, watching the two. It was amazing. Although Eeth was clearly superior in skill, the human was holding her own. Their moves were like nothing Jas had seen before.

"Harrhhh!" Raven shouted, coming down on Eeth hard. The shout was, of course, utterly unnecessary but she had learned the intimidation technique from Flynt and had added it to her repertoire with great success. It did not work on Eeth, of course. She vaulted onto their cabin roof, only to flip backwards to land behind Eeth, poised to strike. Eeth was ready for her, though, bringing his saber up behind himself to block her strike without even turning around. Raven was loving this.

Eeth was loving this as well although he would describe it in less emotional terms. Raven was hardly good enough to beat him; few Jedi were, and most of them were fellow members of the High Council. But she was still an excellent fighter and well able to offer him a real challenge. She also had learned much about preventing him from defeating her. But defeating her was not really what Eeth was interested in. Sparring with his padawan, to him, was simply a way for both of them to have a workout and feel connected to the Force. He slashed his saber, forcing her to jump out of harm's way, double-flipped over her head and went into an attack sequence that was so fast that Raven would only be able to fend it off if she was in full harmony with the Force. Which she usually was, these days.

That double flip caught Jas' attention, and Raven's defence, which was no less spectacular; The fight was incredible and she wanted to be just like them.

Raven vaulted from Eeth's attack, flipped and rolled, her saber held high and ready to take a point! "Ah!" she gasped, as her saber arm flew backwards from the power of his defense. No time was lost, however, and she was back on him in an instant, her saber sending sparks as it clashed hard against his block.

It was a harsh fight, more intense than Jas had ever seen, and it intrigued her. She could do that, absolutely she could, Jas thought at seeing Raven execute the exact same double flip Eeth had done earlier.

When both Jedi were sufficiently worn out, Eeth allowed Raven to score a hit, as he usually did when he was pleased with her performance, and called the match to a stop.

"Time for dinner, I think," he said, giving her a small smile. "But we might want to take a shower first. Go ahead."

Raven returned the smile. She didn't sweat much as a rule, but Borleias was tropical and quite a bit warmer than the climate-controlled Temple on Coruscant. Thus, she nodded and went to do as bade, feeling pleasantly worn out.

"I don't need one," Jas informed Eeth. By now she had dried out and well and truly recovered from their match. "Just so you know, I already know how to do that move," she said, making a twirling gesture with her fingers that indicated the double flip he'd done earlier. Granted, she could only manage one flip so far, but if she could manage one, how hard could it be to add another? Jas had no intention of starting a debate with him over it, though, she just wanted him to know that his edict to forbid her from doing aerials was entirely unnecessary.

"I am sure it works most of the time," said Eeth. "Considering how much could go wrong if it does not work, though, I am still banning you from doing it until you have been taught how to perform it properly. Now come and help me prepare dinner."

Jas stuck her nose in the air, making it clear what she thought of Eeth's explanation.