"Jedi can heal, that's the most famous light-side effect. Lightning is the famous dark side one, but there's a few other attacks, some kinds of mental manipulation, some kinds of energy manipulation - the Force is pretty versatile, people invent new techniques all the time, nobody knows all of them."

Healing sounds a lot more useful than lightning, Daira doesn't say.

"Can you teach me how to use the light side? or will I only be able to use neutral techniques if I don't want to mess with my emotions?"

"Can't teach you what I don't know myself," she shrugs.

Daisy comes over with a bowl in each hand; Pradnakt takes the first one, thanks her, and digs in. She brings the second bowl over to Daira: it's oatmeal, with dried berries and cinnamon.

Daira takes the bowl with a nod and eats quickly, mostly ignoring Pradnakt.

Pradnakt doesn't rush, and Daisy is busy packing the speeder back up when Daira finishes.

She gets up and rolls up her bedroll, and then hovers awkwardly near Daisy, uncertain what to do with it.

Daisy takes it from her, with a polite "thank you", as soon as her hands are free.

Daira puts away the few things she removed from her own bags, and then looks over the campsite carefully to check if she's forgotten anything.

Pradnakt finishes eating just as Daisy is finishing up the dishes; she washes and packs her bowl and spoon and then goes to help with her bedroll.

"Ready to get going?"

Daira checks her speeder quickly - she doesn't trust equipment she hasn't used for a while - and then nods.

And off they go.

It's not too long before it starts to get hot, but Pradnakt sets up a cooling effect before it gets particularly uncomfortable.

Daira pilots her speeder, and enjoys the way the wind feels rushing past her, and tries not to think too much of the last time she'd raced speeders with her sister.

And at noon, Pradnakt signals for them to stop in the shade of a cliff.

Pradnakt's cooling effect doesn't do much for sun-glare, Daira's grateful to get out of direct sunlight for a while.

Daisy begins making lunch, and Pradnakt again sets up a place for them to sit.

Daira's not in a talkative mood; she sits down and fidgets with the ends of her hair as she thinks.

This doesn't seem to bother Pradnakt; after a few minutes she meditates and begins fiddling with one of her Force effects.

The changes in the Force don't draw Daira out this time. She winds her hair around her fingers and gnaws on her lip and looks back at the skyline where the city would be, trying to reconcile left my job with a Sith Lord and hiding from Sith half my life.

"You can go back, if you want," Pradnakt says eventually. "I won't stop you. You can keep the speeder."

"Are you reading my mind?"

"Nope. I can see your emotions, but it's mostly just obvious that you were thinking something like that."

"Okay. No, I don't want to go back. This is - weird. It's not bad. Wasn't attached to there particularly, would've left in under a year anyway."

"All right. I won't be upset if you change your mind, either."

"If I thought I couldn't leave I'd have ran."

Nod. "All right."