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"You have most of them though." Harry replied, though he knew that was wrong, they both did. Aayla had come along magnificently with a lot of the skills he had created with his mother's help over the years spent on the Explorer, but she wasn't close to his own level in terms of her ability to mold the Force into 'spells', and they both knew it.
Transfiguration beyond small things eluded her entirely, as did conjuration, though her shields were almost as good as his, which was one of the reasons why they had been separated in the first place. Of all the clan, only Aayla had any luck in trying to teach other younglings how to create shields, which was one of the main skills Yoda wanted to see spread throughout the Order. She also could change her skin color and even eyes, something even Harry had trouble with outside of controlling his hair for short amounts of time.
"That's nice of you to say Harry, even if it isn't true." Aayla said, her eyes locked on Harry's own for a few silent moments. After over a year separated, Harry was now able to get a bit more information out of the bond than he had before, as was Aayla, though her studies hadn't helped her as much as his with Master Fay had.
They could now feel if one another was having fun, in distress, or pain, so long as they were concentrating on the bond. But that wasn't much, not in comparison to what they had.
There was so much they wanted to say, so much Harry wanted to share with Aayla. About his ongoing training, about how much he missed her. But they couldn't, not over the Hypercom, and their ability to send information that far over their link wasn't up to it.
He suddenly laughed, though it was a more sorrowful sound than a happy one. When Aayla's image cocked its head quizzically Harry tapped his forehead meaningfully "When we meet up again in person we're going to have to spend weeks talking to really get one another up to speed."
Aayla laughed too, shaking her head. "Definitely!"
Then she blinked as Harry's smile suddenly turned into a smirk, getting a feeling if impish amusement from him through their link for a second. "And you'll have to tell me about those classes you just started taking about combating, what did Master Saa call it, 'the natural chaotic thoughts brought about by the changing of your physical body', something like that anyway. I could feel your embarrassment last week when those started."
Looking away Aayla felt her face flush. Those lessons were one on one sessions with one of the five masters on the Council of First Knowledge. The lessons were part meditation, part physical exercise, part biology lesson, and part what Lily and even Fay agreed amounted to subtle brainwashing. The Master downplayed the importance of the new thoughts and feelings even as they forced the initiate to organize his thoughts in such a way that the new urges were never given precedence, always under firm control or locked away in their minds.
They were easily the most embarrassing thing that Aayla had ever dealt with, and in a way frightening. Finding out what her breasts were supposed to be for was one thing, finding out what people might use slaves like she had been, outside of dancing, for another thing entirely.
And the master she had been assigned for them was worse, a dry, bookish elderly human woman who was among those who disapproved of the time the clan was trying her best to either wash Aayla out of the Order or to force her into the normal Order's mold. It wasn't working, but the classes were still ongoing.
"Don't make fun of me Harry please," Aayla said, shaking her head. "Those lessons are hard enough as it is."
Then she smirked, and Harry had a brief moment to feel a spurt of anticipation through their link before she turned the tables on him. "On the other hand, I think I've got a really good idea about what those pink crystals were really about. Heh… oh yes, I am definitely looking forward to our time talking."
Now it was Harry's turn to blush, breaking eye contact with the now smirking Aayla with some difficulty. "Who the bloody heck do you think features in those crystals the most huh…" he muttered, trying to push out a feeling of affection towards Aayla through their link. A lot of it was still lost due to their distance, but enough got through to reach her.
Aayla's eyes shown with amusement and a bit of happiness at that. If Lily had been in the room she would have taken one look and laughed aloud knowing that here at least the Order's brainwashing against forming attachments had never had a chance. "Good."
Then she looked to the side, sighing, her eyes losing some of the happy gleam they had whenever the two of them talked. "Look, I have to go. Look out for yourself alright Harry, we'll talk again soon." Harry nodded, and the com cut off.
Shaking his head, Harry pushed away from the communication table, determined to find something else to concentrate on rather than the gaping void by his side where his best friend should be. With that in mind he quickly left Fay's ship on his own, moving towards the nearest market shown on his map, checking the street signs occasionally to make sure he wasn't getting lost. Not that it was all that difficult to hear the sounds of the market ahead of him after a while.
That first market wasn't much to look at, but it was noisy as heck, with several thousand people all trying to squish into a few stores, with long lines and not a lot welcome or enjoyment being shown in the actual shopping. People just wanted to get their purchases and leave quickly there was no haggling, advertising or taste-testing as there should have been. Harry stood watching from the end of the street then shook his head and moved to the next one on his list.
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