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He admitted to his past mistake easily, as one would with something he had forced himself to face several times. "Komari went on that mission, and was captured by the Bando Gora where she was tortured in many ways. I blame myself for that, and so did she in several ways. So while I have given her sanctuary in my house along with Master Unduli, I am afraid that in terms of aiding the healing, I am involved only peripherally."
"I will talk to Luminara about it then," Master Fay said, shaking her head slightly at the idea of a padawan falling in love with his or her Master.
To the side Harry looked away quickly, unwilling to comment on this discussion at all. Harry would be the first to admit that he'd gone through a stage at one point where he thought Master Fay was intensely attractive, but his connection with Aayla had stopped that from going further than a simple appreciation.
"So you wish to be trained in the lightsaber." Dooku said, bringing Harry's mind back to the present with a bump. "Have you decided on your forms yet?"
"I have studied the basic style of Shii Cho Master, but as Master Fay has said, I have not yet created my own lightsaber, and I was basically trained by vid and other teaching aids that we brought along."
"That is not good," Dooku said mildly though his lips twisted into an almost contemptuous sneer. "Shii Cho is called the basic style because while several of its moves and stances underpin all others, it is simplistic, with nothing to really set it apart or above. If I train you, it will be in form two, Makashi, the dueling style which is my own."
"As I said Master I have studied what is written about the forms, as well as their basic philosophies, and I understand Makashi is your preference. It is certainly the most elegant of the styles, but I would prefer to create my own hybrid style from all the various forms. "
"Most Masters do, do you think my style is the same as someone else's? No it is not. But you have to understand your own innate combat philosophy first, then match that philosophy to a style. I suppose as Master Fay's padawan you would probably be better with Niman?" Dooku almost but did not quite sneer as he mentioned Form 6.
"I doubt it actually Master Dooku," Harry said politely, shaking his head as he contradicted the other man. "Master Fay and I have discussed many things in our time together, and one of the things we have discussed is that my own philosophy is not similar to hers in many aspects. I'm more than willing to talk and use discussion to head off issues or bring them to a close, but I'm also much more willing to go the way of the Guardian rather than Consular."
"Interesting," Dooku said still mildly, though he was looking at Harry thoughtfully. "We will test you both Luminara of myself then. She and my former padawan Vosa should be back by the time we arrive despite the squall they accidentally journeyed into." Dooku allowed a wintry smile to appear on his face. "I may say accidentally, but I'm certain that Luminara wanted to use the storm as some kind of visual aid for the girl, though what kind is beyond me, I am not a Mind Healer."
Unduli and Vosa were waiting for them at Master Dooku's residence by the time they arrived. The residence was a small manor estate, situated high in the hills overlooking a placid lake which the family owned, as well as two large farming houses. The manner itself was a six-story tall house with two wings leading off a large domed building in the center, the totality looking like a V with a large dot on the top where the lines came together from above. There was a large garden around it with the landing pad for the shuttle situated not in the center of the V, but along the walk path up to the main doorway.
Dooku nodded his head respectfully to Master Fay, watching as Lily followed the woman out, wanting to watch Master Unduli and Vosa is reaction to the Force Ghost. He still had a lot of questions for Lily, her son and Master Fay, but they could wait until they were in a more comfortable and private place than his family's shuttle.
Despite Luminara's great self-control she actually stumbled slightly as she moved towards the newcomers, staring at the Force Ghost. I am most glad I wasn't the only one, Dooku thought to himself.
Master Fay bowed her head to Master Unduli and young Komari Vosa, smiling at them both. Vosa nodded to her, stared at the Force Ghost then concentrated on Harry, taking in his youth and the sense of him in the Force for a moment before looking at her Master.
"Master Unduli, I have heard much of your ability to heal the spirit as well as your lightsaber skills and ability to read the Force," Master Fay said, holding up her hand in formal greeting.
"As I have of yours Master Fay," Luminara said politely, her own hand rising in turn, almost as if the two women had not gotten the measure of one another through the Force earlier that day. Other people when meeting for the first time would've shaken hands or done their species equivalent at meeting someone in person for the first time, but Jedi did not do that kind of thing. "And who is this?" she asked, gesturing to the Force Ghost. "I must admit to never having truly believed Force Ghosts were real."
"Lily Potter and I'm real enough, though how I became a Force Ghost is nothing I would wish anyone else to have to go to meet you." Lily said for herself, smirking at the older woman.
Luminara was a Miralian with whose habitual green skin and black lips set them apart from humanity. She also had an odd tattoo consisting of numerous black dots on her chin. Her robes looked more personalized than Fay's or most other Jedi Lily had seen, but she also wore an odd headdress that added to her already decent height.
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