[She'd been doing alright, making better time on her trek through the snow and ice once she'd had the bright idea to use the Force as a kind of bubble around her to keep the snow from falling into her face anymore, keep the wind out and from chilling her to the bone, but it's something she can't keep up forever. It's draining to keep concentrating on keeping the snow off her and it feels like it's been hours, so by the time she's following behind Connor, following his blue glowing lights like a beacon, the force field has been dismissed and she's trying her hardest to meditate with her eyes open, using her staff as a walking stick to help her with balance as she trudged ever onward.
She doesn't have the training for that the meditation to actually work when she's this distracted, though, and she wishes not for the first time that she'd had more time with Luke. She wishes not for the first time that there was anyone left in the world to teach her at all.
But she's used to fighting through adversity with no one but herself to help her, so she'd accepted that that was what she had to do now. Still, when a gust of wind that's stronger than all the others hits her it feels like it rips right through her and she shudders, knees buckling and sending her, miserably, to kneel in the snow.
And then the man in front of her notices and that definitely doesn't improve her mood.]
Want and need are very different.
[She tightens her grip on her staff to try to push herself to her feet, but exhaustion is settling in on her. She doesn't make it far.]
a frozen land
She doesn't have the training for that the meditation to actually work when she's this distracted, though, and she wishes not for the first time that she'd had more time with Luke. She wishes not for the first time that there was anyone left in the world to teach her at all.
But she's used to fighting through adversity with no one but herself to help her, so she'd accepted that that was what she had to do now. Still, when a gust of wind that's stronger than all the others hits her it feels like it rips right through her and she shudders, knees buckling and sending her, miserably, to kneel in the snow.
And then the man in front of her notices and that definitely doesn't improve her mood.]
Want and need are very different.
[She tightens her grip on her staff to try to push herself to her feet, but exhaustion is settling in on her. She doesn't make it far.]
I might need a hand up.