Lyshea Mersl paced about the gardens. Her posture was serene and elegant, much unlike the slaves and Hutt Security personnel patrolling the area. If it were not for her humble Jedi robes, it might have been easy to mistake her for a noblewoman. "Do not be distracted by the comings and goings of those around us. There is no chaos, there is harmony."
Her padawan, Zuraa, sat with her legs crossed with a hefty rock orbiting her. Her expression was strained, her lips curling inward and her eyes shutting harder. "You chose a great place for that!"
"The location was intentional, young padawan."
"Well, I don't need to ignore what's going on around me! I should keep my senses ready when there're others around!" With an annoyed shriek, she tossed the boulder, inadvertently shattering a table. "This is stupid!" And with a huff, the Falleen padawan stormed off.