Kestrel, familiar with meditation if not so much this particular application of it, closes her eyes and follows Anariel's lead. After so long being open to the Force and the senses it brings, it's strange to have them gone. The murmur of emotion from the minds of her fellows...the subliminal awareness of each movement an instant before it happens... It sobers her a bit to realize what a disadvantage she'd be at if she tried to fight in this state. Maybe she was a bit -too- dependent on the Force? Was that possible? Difficult to train both to increase one's mastery of the Force while at the same time reducing one's NEED for the Force...but maybe worthwhile. She'd have to ask the Master.
Satisfied, Kestrel quiets her mind and sinks deeply into the concealing trance, the petals of the Force drawn tight around her like a flower at night that only blooms at dawn.
Satisfied, Kestrel quiets her mind and sinks deeply into the concealing trance, the petals of the Force drawn tight around her like a flower at night that only blooms at dawn.