Late that night the youngling was laying in bed looking at the celing with a sigh as she reached her hand under her lil pillow and pulled out her small com link tapping in a few of the numbers that went to his comm. Link as she watched it for a long time pondering weather or not to dial it..
Finally a small child’s voice whispered in her com ~vc~ Can a youngling learn too?~ Was all that was spoken in a very soft an some what broken voice that was hard to determine the age between 3 and 5. However the location was easy to find of her after all.
i am affraid youngling is too young, i feel that even an early stage padwan would be unwise...but be patient young one, your time will come, again...i am sorry, may the force be with you
:: his soft kind voice faded out into static and then all was silent once more ::
A soft frown pressed across Paris’s young face as she got the reply from him. With thoughts of anger that should not be in her little mind right now. Taking her arm back and throwing her comm. Link across the room stupid grown ups always think I am too little were the thought in her mind as she layed her head down in her pillow fighting back tears of her own. It was the frist time she had ever asked to be taught anything…
