Collection Of Bah-Atiniir Snippets

Karawn (Strength)

 Mirjahaal's muscles strained, the young girl working hard to keep up with her mother, who walked her through several training exercises at a slow easy pace. All the furniture in the sitting room had been pushed to the walls to make space for their training. Mirja found it funny; she also mentally plotted a route across the safe zones that she could take the next time their floor turned into lava. Naelo's voice brought the daydreaming child back to their workout.

"If you practice these every day," the warrior woman explained, "you will begin to understand the basics well enough for just about any first level form of hand to hand and close quarters combat for the Echani, Twi'lek, and Mandalorian combat styles." Naelo patted her daughter's head, noticing her distraction. "Do you still want to learn all this now?"

With a determined nod, Mirja put on her concentration face and started through the stances and movements again, having it almost memorized now. Smiling proudly, Naelo watched from the corner of her eye, letting Mirjahaal take the lead. If only her own parents could see this. They might actually praise Naelo on her teaching skills. But then again, not likely. They would first need to be told that Mirja was their granddaughter, a fact she still kept from them, for good reason though. After they would most likely lecture Naelo for keeping secrets from them, the mando knew for certain the two would insist on training Mirja themselves, a demand Naelo couldn't give in to. Not after she went through their way of training as a child herself. It came flooding back to her. The long hours in many harsh weather conditions, lack of sleep to "toughen her up", harsh observing eyes and unjust punishments for one mistake, and the part she never forgot or forgave, letting her become friends with a girl who they then turned into her sparring partner after several years of friendship. Turning someone she trusted into a real daily threat, someone Naelo always had to actually fight for her life against. How does one trust anybody after that? A lesson Naelo continued to learn. A thought crossed her mind then. Learning to be careful in whom to place trust turned out to be a valuable lesson after all. It helped with her work more than anything else. With that in mind, Naelo knew she wouldn't ever forget it, but she could certainly forgive.

Mirja, panting and sweating, tugged on her mother's sleeve. She just finished her last set of the exercises and the poor girl wanted to drop from exhaustion.

"Can we go get uj cake now?" Mirja asked eagerly.

"Of course we can, my precious Mirjahaal," Naelo smiled warmly, picking her daughter up in a hug. "After words, what do you think about taking a nap?"

"No arguments here," the mando in training giggled, laying her head on Naelo's shoulder as the two headed out for a treat.