[ ahsoka cringes hard as it hits the ground, the lightsaber fvish sound as it scorches the grass making her reel a little. she approaches carefully and presses her hand into the hilt to deactivate it. ]
It's called a lightsaber. [ she says in a soft sigh, thankful that didn't end any worse than it could have. her hands turn the hilt to rest in both her hands and a realization strikes her. ] This... is mine.
[ the design of the hilt, uniquely created by younglings when their jedi training is complete, is unmistakable. ]
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It's called a lightsaber. [ she says in a soft sigh, thankful that didn't end any worse than it could have. her hands turn the hilt to rest in both her hands and a realization strikes her. ] This... is mine.
[ the design of the hilt, uniquely created by younglings when their jedi training is complete, is unmistakable. ]