✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

Truth be told, Lessa had been... Distant during the meeting.  Her mind, as it simply seemed to be these days, had been far away.  Nonetheless, she did manage, with a small amount of comprehension, to learn she was heading one of category c's groups with Anzarel - his was the only name she remembered however.  The marten hoped they'd been paying more attention to her, especially since after the lights went out she'd fallen into the hold of a panic attack.

Anxieties aside - and they were plaguing her immensely - there was work to be done.  Bast had given them a job to do and Lessa planned on acting, if just to have the outlet.  Force knows nobody needed the Halo pacing all day, or worse, curled up in a ball trying not to completely withdraw.  She was still struggling with the situation everyone had found themselves in.  She wanted more light.  She wanted the freedom to get out.  Ever since the doors locked, she felt like the walls were closing tighter and tighter around her.  Crashing in.  Her lungs sometimes forgot how to work in those moments.

Which was no good once she realized she might be a negative affect on Shine, who was stuck on the other side of those force-forsaken doors.  She hated knowing her anxiety might be bleeding through their connection at any moment.  That'd been one of the reasons, from the very start, she'd fretted about their bond.  She was just a hinderance really.  The Halo imagined he'd disagree, as would everyone else who'd once shared a similar connection with her but she was rather sure of it.

If she was working, putting her mind and paws to something, at least she'd be distracted.  Focused.  Doing something productive.  Then her mind wouldn't be going into overdrive, overreacting and causing problems.

Her visible eye flickered as she found a place to sit, close to the walls of the Grand Circle.  The scrawny marten had sent a few messengers around, requesting those in her group to meet up so they could get started on their window-investigation.  If there was even a single openable window, Lessa was sure she could fit through it, small as she was.  If she could just do that, she could easily get supplies in and out as they continued to try to find a solution to this.

One could hope... But truth be told she was tired of being the 'optimistic' one.  Really, she'd just be glad to see some light coming through.

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✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

The lion was, she realized, the sudden source of light she'd seen earlier.  All wispy and... Well, it gave her a very Jedi-like impression, even if he had not been wearing the robes.  The thought of him being a Force-ghost of all things... It brought a small frown onto her face.  She had been... Rather cut off, lately, from the Force.  Her senses were what was considered normal now, and she could no longer feel everyone's presences, or move things with her mind.  No visions or premonitions - not that was something she truly missed or had too many before.

Even if she had not been cut off... She probably would've felt cut off. Far away from it all.  Perhaps she was never meant to be any kind of Jedi.  What good had it done her, truly?

So she frowned for a moment, brows creasing as she pondered just what the ghost of a Jedi of all things was doing out here, in the Ascendants, before turning her tired eye on the second arrival.  So, she had a kitten to keep track of.  The Halo did not mind; children were one of her soft spots.  "T-that's right," she murmured, offering a small smile.  "I t-think we still have... T-two others... Th-then we can get started." Though there was not much hope.

"O-oh 'm Lessa... B-by the way," she added softly, one of her torn ears flicking.  Since she had ran into neither prior, she assumed they might not know who she was.  Mostly, she wanted the younger feline to be comfortable; it was probably a little scary working with unfamiliar faces, especially in the dark.  Lessa could certainly understand that. "'m o-one of your Halos."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px cornflowerblue; font-size: 12px;"]— lessa ren solo ✯

✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

Lessa added 'Bendu' to her list of known previous Jedi.  She'd never heard of him, but most of the Jedi had been dead since she was born, so it was not really odd.  She nodded quietly, supposing the Starpool made sense, although whenever she was close to the clear body of water, she felt next to nothing.  It was a beautiful, serene place, and she definitely felt some of the mystical energy, but not as strongly as she perhaps would have before.  The marten was almost surprised at how little it bothered her; but then, she had other concerns after all.

"C-can't see much of an-anything," the Halo murmured, shaking her head.  Her vision was already limited to one eye; in the dark it was an absolute nightmare.  How she hated the pitch dark.  ".. Used to see... Better," but that felt like a long time ago now.

She felt restless, wondering where their other two party members were, but uncertain if they should really wait too long.  They had a job to do after all.  Why the kriff did Bast thing it was a good idea to make her one of the two in charge?  She felt like jumping out a window, if they could find an open one that was.  At least then, the observatory wouldn't be separating her and Shine.  "P-perhaps we g-go on ahead," she offered, ear flicking, "a-an' maybe they'll c-catch up."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px cornflowerblue; font-size: 12px;"]— lessa ren solo ✯