Noelani is sitting on a bench at the side of the sparring area, watching her Master and Jaina Solo duel. Their blades flicker in a speedy series of attacks and parries, never staying still for more than a moment at a time. The sounds of the sabers ring in the cavernous room, the ever-changing hum occasionally followed by the crashing sound of the sabers connecting. It is a sound that pulls at her, causes her to grin. Makes her want to get up, and take up one of the weapons herself. Finally one of the duelers gets the better of the other, and Jaina’s voice rings out. “Point.” “Toes?” “What!” “Oh.”