By the time she figures out she wants to run away, she already knows it's a bad idea. Five year olds don't usually survive on their own, and don't usually manage to steal ships and get far, far away, even if the Force seems to really like them. Ebele's powerful, and poorly restrained, and more interested in smooshing her face into soft things than in cutting off attachments, more interested in laughter than calm, more interested in other people's feelings (and joys and pains and especially pain - ) than in... Whatever it was that was being lectured about. She didn't really pay attention.

She has friends among the other students, which keeps her from running away despite it being a really dumb idea.

Five year olds can't run away very easily, and neither can eight year olds, and ten's maybe pushing it but she's so so close, maybe when she's thirteen she'll get a Master who isn't boring, who gets how much she feels and how feeling's like a sun she can't extinguish and how that's not a bad thing, really, it isn't -

She makes a game of tricking them into thinking she's a good little student (she wants to rip the eyes out of the first person who calls her that. He falters, disturbed, and then she's smoosh-smoosh-smooshing the feeling until he dismisses it...). She's not always very good at it - even a prodigy isn't much around trained Jedi. Still, she gets ahead of her year mates, especially at hiding her signature and repressing her tendency to project (she's feeling but it's all locked up, smooshed inside glass, a raging storm most of them scold her for still having - ).

They give her a Master they think will reign her in.

Ebele waits. (She decides she's getting rid of her name, when she leaves.)

She plans.

She doesn't try to kill her Master, even though she kind of wants to.

She steals a small ship, and leaves, as fast and far as she can - everything about her not even smooshed but drifting and blendy like she does when she doesn't want to be found at all - she's the ship and the ship's her and this is hard and she's wavering between herself and everything she can be but she needs the Force to fly -

She gets away.

She laughs, free free free.

She stops repressing herself for the first time in forever.

By the time she figures out she wants to run away, she already knows it's a bad idea. Five year olds don't usually survive on their own, and don't usually manage to steal ships and get far, far away, even if the Force seems to really like them. Ebele's powerful, and poorly restrained, and more interested in smooshing her face into soft things than in cutting off attachments, more interested in laughter than calm, more interested in other people's feelings (and joys and pains and especially pain - ) than in... Whatever it was that was being lectured about. She didn't really pay attention.

She has friends among the other students, which keeps her from running away despite it being a really dumb idea.

Five year olds can't run away very easily, and neither can eight year olds, and ten's maybe pushing it but she's so so close, maybe when she's thirteen she'll get a Master who isn't boring, who gets how much she feels and how feeling's like a sun she can't extinguish and how that's not a bad thing, really, it isn't -

She makes a game of tricking them into thinking she's a good little student (she wants to rip the eyes out of the first person who calls her that. He falters, disturbed, and then she's smoosh-smoosh-smooshing the feeling until he dismisses it...). She's not always very good at it - even a prodigy isn't much around trained Jedi. Still, she gets ahead of her year mates, especially at hiding her signature and repressing her tendency to project (she's feeling but it's all locked up, smooshed inside glass, a raging storm most of them scold her for still having - ).

They give her a Master they think will reign her in.

Ebele waits. (She decides she's getting rid of her name, when she leaves.)

She plans.

She doesn't try to kill her Master, even though she kind of wants to.

She steals a small ship, and leaves, as fast and far as she can - everything about her not even smooshed but drifting and blendy like she does when she doesn't want to be found at all - she's the ship and the ship's her and this is hard and she's wavering between herself and everything she can be but she needs the Force to fly -

She gets away.

She laughs, free free free.

She stops repressing herself for the first time in forever.