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The beach- Tuesday morning

With Juliet coming to spend the summer on Hapes, Jaina was getting a little bit of time here. She was still crazy busy most of the time, and the boys were almost a year now and already into everything, but she'd learned that there were benefits to at least being talked into taking tiny breaks now and then. Like now. And the real benefit was getting to do stuff like train without anyone needing her for anything.

Look, she'd grown up, but it wasn't like she'd become a whole new person or anything.

Once she'd gotten settled, she headed for the beach. She had her comlink on her for when someone inevitably called, but at least for now it was just her, her lightsaber, and a juiced-up remote that she could put on the highest setting so that it shot almost too fast. And because she was Jaina, she kept her eyes closed as she batted away bolts, showing off for no one but herself, because she was really good at showing off.

[Of course she's going to be in town this week. Open!]

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It wouldn't be for no one but herself for long, apparently. Kanan was out for a walk this morning, alone, having already run Stance ragged in the park and taken him back home to nap off all the excitement. He'd intended to just have some quiet time to himself, but the all too familiar sound of lightsaber training against an armed remote was difficult to ignore, and he found himself kind of wandering toward it, to watch from a safe distance.

He wasn't sure what was grabbing his attention more; the fact that there was a person training with a lightsaber on the beach at all, or the deftness and confidence that she was displaying while dealing with a remote that was most certainly not set to 'beginner.'

He was kind of entranced by the whole demonstration, admittedly. He hadn't seen somebody else doing this in a long, long while.

Jaina could sense that someone was there, and without skipping a beat in her movements, asked, "Enjoying the show?"

Yeah, showing off. She didn't get to do that nearly enough these days.

And now Kanan understood how Rey probably felt, watching him work through his forms.

"It's a good show so far," he said, keeping his tone casual. "Don't let me stop you... Jaina, was it? We spoke at the bar, back when Skywalker rounded up everybody from home."

"Yep. I remember," she said, opening her eyes finally, batting away another bolt. "And you're the guy who also likes dunking my grandfather."

She hadn't met that many new people, it was easy enough to remember.

"It makes up for all the dunking me that he does," Kanan drawled, watching intently. Less spectating, more studying. Trying to pick out the bits and pieces in her form that he'd forgotten himself, over the years. "Besides, he cheats."

The fun thing about Jaina was that while there were some things of the traditional forms in her style, it was sort of a mishmash of whatever she felt worked in that second. Bonus points if he could spot what she'd picked up from the Chiss and Mandalorians.

"Oh, he absolutely cheats," she agreed. "The trick is cheating better."

The Chiss stuff was fascinating, something he'd never really seen in action before, and he was watching that even more intently. Filling the gaps with Mandalorian moves, too? Hell, he was kind of in awe of just how well she made it all flow.

"Cheating better, huh?" He tilted his head a little, eyes on her blade, on her footwork, on her stance. "This is starting to feel like something I should have started planning elaborately in the wake of the last Homecoming carnival."

"Nah," she said, and gave him a little lopsided smirk. "Mostly I wait till we're in the middle of a conversation and hit the target with the Force when he doesn't expect it."

"And that involves having a civil conversation with your grandfather," Kanan quipped, before adding, because he couldn't hold it back anymore; "You're damn good with that thing. It's been a while since I've seen someone who can hold off a remote at that setting."

"Oh, um. This is just the travel remote. I train with more back home," she admitted.

Jaina had worked very hard for a very long time to get ridiculous.

Apparently so. Color Kanan impressed. He even gave a low whistle at that before shaking his head a bit and venturing, "So you're a... Knight?" He hazarded. "A Master?"

Because ridiculous. And from quite the Jedi pedigree. It seemed like a safe direction to venture in.

"Master. And what are you?" she asked.

"A Padawan," Kanan said, after balking for a moment, suddenly really interested in something somewhere down by his feet. "A... a somewhat lapsed Padawan."

"I've known a few of those," Jaina said, shutting off the remote from where she was. It dropped into the sand, and she turned her lightsaber off. "When are you from again?"

"Nearly ten years after the end of the Clone Wars," Kanan said, hiking his shoulders up a little. "Things are a little complicated for the Jedi back home right now."

Kanan Jarrus, Jedi Padawan, Master of Understatement.

"That's a way to put it," Jaina said, quirking an eyebrow. "You're okay, though. If you're a padawan then you're already ahead of people like my uncle, and he worked out just fine."

Even if the Order has some damn issues and couldn't function well without him.

"Wouldn't know," Kanan noted. "If I met him, it was probably only about as long as I've met you."

Luke, Kanan. You'd met Luke.

"Did... did he have a Master?"

"He... knew a couple Masters who trained him for maybe a matter of days, combined," Jaina said, not really sure if that was a yes or a no. "Most of what he learned he had to figure out on his own, and then from holocrons and records when he was able to find them."

"I'm impressed he was able to find them," Kanan admitted, looking thoughtful. Maybe a little jealous. "I have one holocron. My Master gave it to me before... before. And I've been over everything on it inside and out, but one holocron can only get a person so far."

"It took him a long time, but they're out there," she said, and eyed him. "Are you looking for anything specific?"

Kanan fell silent for a long moment. Danced around the question in his head. Grimaced and beat down uncertainty and fear and reminded himself that the worst that could happen, here, was that she'd say no.

"I'm a Padawan without a Master," he said, finally. "You're a Master."

He swallowed a lump in his throat. Master Billaba wouldn't hold this against him. Maybe she'd be proud that he was even trying.

"I know you're probably not planning on spending any real amount of time here, but if you had any time at all before you left, I... uh. I would appreciate... anything. Please."

Oh, Kanan, she'd hug you if she was that kind of person.

"I'm usually only in town for a few days at a time," she warned after a moment. "But you've gotta give me a starting point that's not anything."

Kanan pulled in another breath. Okay. Okay, he could do this. This? He could do.

"My training was... limited," he said, carefully. "My Master took me as her Padawan, and then we went to war. I'm a Padawan, but I'm barely even that, if I'm being entirely honest."

Okay, he was selling himself short. He'd gone to war and he'd survived beyond it, and most Jedi couldn't say the same.

"You're not starting from scratch, though," she said. "How about this: what skills are you confident in? You have to answer something."

She was just gonna take a guess that confidence was an area to work on.

Oh boy, was it ever.

Kanan grimaced for a moment, and then hedged, "Meditation was easy to get back into. Master Kenobi was here for a short while after I arrived on the island, he helped me pick it up again. And my Form III is... not flawless, but not as bad as I was afraid it would be, after years of disuse."

And that was about it? Yay?

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