Aliclair stayed on the floor for some time. She knew where her heart laid. And for the time she was housed, or imprisoned, whichever made more sense, she knew better than to fight, or attempt escape. She would’ve been easily dragged back in much worse conditions as she was during her first time.Chains, coldness, the constant laments of her fellow prisoners. The insane, the sorrowful. It was contagious. The feminine would find it harder and harder to meditate, concentrate.
With a small sigh, Ali stood to her foot with a small shake to her body, and a shiver. Constantly cold.. Brushing it off her shoulders, she followed behind the taller Echani with her eyes to the ground until she noticed the floor change. Knitting her eyebrows in curiosity, she lifted her chin to scan her new obstacle before her. It wasn’t like anything like she’d seen before. Seeing the metallic spheres then the channeled plataus; her fret wasn’t the lack of ability to move said spheres. It was losing control. Her Force was, lack of a better term, ravishing. Controlling. It was overbearing at times, hence why she joined the Enclave. To learn how to be one with her Force instead of holding it back. Aliclair exhaled before holding out her hand, clenching her jaw.
From the soles of her uncovered mets (feets) to the top of her head, water droplets formed solid tendrils, similar to whenever her Force is activated, a bubble dome forming around her. Since she had more to do than just to feel around her, she’d need to move something. With a small inhale, then exhale, the exhale eased any disturbed waves she may have had, and with a small lift of her hand, she focused her tendrils on the metal spheres. They were heavier than expected; Ali strained slightly, her arm had even dropped slightly from the sudden weight she had to lift but shifting her wrist, she was able to hold them more steady. This integrated system Lord Silas had created a controlled environment for her to focus her tendrils instead of having them all over the place. Tendrils coming from her hands to hold onto the spheres, it all felt natural and flowing. With the Force working in a controlled environment, it gave a mixed feeling throughout her, and the challenge ahead of her. She’d only hoped it would be contained enough, and not actually overload and break the glass of this contraption.
The more power she put, the more her tendrils became usable, and with that, her opalescent-kissed eyes shifted into a hellborne orange / yellow. But, her mind started to become clouded with snippets of the past, and losing whatever discipline she’d had from her time with the sith. Panic pumped within her heart, which coursed out to her fingers,and her Force dome rippled, her hand trembled and her teeth clenched under her lips. ‘Stay in control.’ But, it was easier said than done; the tendrils holding onto the metal spheres spazzed, causing them to hit against the glass containing it. It cracked before being dropped. Ali’s Force shut down where the spheres rolled back down to their starter point. To the beginning… Blinking, her eyes shifted back to normal. Coldness settled in for a second, and the imprisoned Padawan was stuck for a second as the diluted Force circled around her. Failure wasn’t something she’d tolerate, and she showcased what she could do to the Master before her. But, she could feel everything within basin shifted and disturbed like waves in water.
Huffing, and shaking out her hand to release the shooken feeling of over-usage, then reaching out, the settled tendrils of the Force listening to the commands of their wielder to start their work again. The tendrils coiled and encased the spheres more solid, here, her abilities became determined now more than ever to succeed. Ali knew they were unhinged, and the way to keep them from going out of control was to either not use them or limit herself. Like a calm serpent with prey within its jaws, the spheres seemed to effortlessly move now versus what they were before. Two sharpen and focused eyes, the system Silas had presented before her had formed to the irrigate of her Force, and she could lead. Eventually, it reached a point where the shattered part of the glass provided cover for one of the pathways, and Aliclair couldn’t see its path, so she had to expand her sight to give some stepping stones. The rumbling of metal against wood gritted Ali’s teeth but she pushed passed that, remember doing this reflected against her physic when she did this against frozen blue milk and having a brain freeze because her tendrils had to penetrate its hard surface to break it back back to it’s liquid state without watering it down.
The metal spheres were well over halfway through the wooden imprisonments, and the flow of the Force made itself known to the Lord before her what sort of power she had inside. Metal rolling against wood as an outside pushed it through, using it in such a controlled environment would usually lead to disaster. But with the flow finally tame and to use her tendrils to finally lift and placed them in their appropriate placeholders. The water dome of her Force lingered for a while, like a ropecaster, the tendrils retracted back within the feminine’s dome, and as she lowered her hand, her field shrunk until it was no more.
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”I’ll uh. Fix, that glass if needed.” she said nervously, rubbing her left palm with her right hand.