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"Of course I would, but don't you need my help to spy on the locals?" Lily waved her hand to the hologram device set between the three of them in the small corner that was the sitting room of the larger training area. It showed the meeting hall that would be used for the upcoming discussion, as well as in another portion of it the image of the Baron and Baroness's palace. "I thought you were of the impression that these two would possibly try to double-cross you, and wanted to be fore-warned of any such."
"I am, but I still don't like the idea of Harry going off on his own."
"I can handle myself even if you haven't allowed me to build my lightsaber yet," Harry said with a grin that took a bit of the sting out of the words.
Master Fay didn't use a lightsaber, period, full stop. She thought of them as a useful tool for those who were inclined towards combat, but she knew herself to not be one of those, and she disliked the fact they were seen as the symbol of the Jedi when they were but the smallest portion of what truly made the Jedi who they were. But Fay knew that was not for everyone.
In fact, it was beginning to bother her a little, given that in another year Harry would reach the point in his training where he would normally start building his own lightsaber rather than use the numerous training tools they had brought along for that purpose. They had even brought along training manuals from Master Yoda and Master Saa but those were no substitute for training with the masters in person.
She knew that in his ongoing communication with Aayla she and the rest of the clan were starting to build their own lightsabers now. The two of them communicated at least once every month even now, more often if they could get away with it, but that wasn't often. And she knew Harry was beginning to feel anxious about being left behind by his friends.
Nonetheless Fay reached out to ruffle Harry's already messy hair, laughing that jab off. "How does it get so messy?" she asked, pulling her hand back and looking at Harry's hair for a moment, shaking her head with a fond smile.
She had gotten quite close to Harry over the past few months, closer than they had been on the Explorer, and Fay had come to the same conclusion on the Light side of emotions and attachments as Lily had: that fear of said was ridiculous in the extreme and the fear of those emotions turning against you no reason to shut oneself off from them in the first place. She would be hard-pressed to say if she saw him as a younger brother or a son, but the feeling she had toward him was definitely something along those lines.
"It's a Potter trait, James was the same way," Lily said with a chuckle shaking her head and smiling slightly at Fay.
Harry smiled. Despite the fact that Harry felt the man might have been a bit of a prat for most of his life, he still enjoyed hearing stories about his father occasionally, and liked the idea he shared some physical traits with his father. "Please?" he asked. "You know I can handle myself."
"I know you can handle yourself, I'm just wondering if it is the best idea to yet let any young boy your age out on his own." Fay fretted slightly. "The amount of times you younglings got into some kind of trouble or complication was quite high after all."
Harry gave her a deadpan look, and Fay rolled her eyes. "Very well you can go to the market, the five nearest to the palace mind, nothing out in the rural areas."
"Five will be more than enough to compare prices Master. After all, I'm not so interested in looking at the sights, just the foods. We can go sightseeing after you've spanked everyone and sent them to bed without any supper until they start acting like rational adults rather than greedy children."
"Not the most diplomatic way of putting it, but possibly the most accurate in some cases," Master Fay replied shaking her head with a faint laugh.
The next day, Harry spent the morning talking via Hypercom with Aayla, the girl having the entire morning off to recover from an injury to her upper thigh during lightsaber practice. She regaled Harry with tales of her training and he replied with stories of the worlds he had visited with Master Fay.
Eventually however as it always did they simply sat looking at one another for a time. Aayla spoke first, shaking her head. "I miss you. It's just not the same without you and Mistress Lily here. And for all the exercises here push my body, they don't push my imagination as much. Trying to keep from, showing off isn't easy. Though at least the rest of the clan is in the same position."
Aayla and Harry knew they shouldn't talk about the things they could do over the Hypercom. The masters on Coruscant could, if they desired, listen in on messages like this, and personal messages of this nature were frowned upon in any case. Master Yoda had given Aayla permission to send or receive these messages, but even so, there were other masters who claimed it was favoritism and might listen in. Or worse, enabling an emotional connection, which even between Jedi was against the Order's oaths despite Yoda's best efforts to slowly change opinion on the matter.
"I miss you too, a lot. But from what Master Fay passes on, Yoda still doesn't want me on Coruscant. You know I'm not good at reading the future like that, but Master Fay says it would still lead to some kind of disaster." Harry sighed then replied as he had several few times before. "You could join me out here."
"You know that's not happening just yet. The Order might be willing to let you be trained by Master Fay alone before completing your initiate years, but I'm still an initiate, and I don't have your ability." Aayla said, though she smiled as she did it.
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