Bridge
The young Âdornorpa'a accepted the assistance from her teacher as her ears flattened a bit and she felt like a mere baqli. She knew what had happened deep down.. she was trying to overthink the problem instead of going with the flow, like she always did, clouded by her desire to impress the big shots. Miali just had to let.. it.. go. The ship was engineered well, by the best in the Silver Moon sect. It was made to fly, like the glorious hawk it was named after, and she had to stop holding it back in such an unsure landing pattern. Leager's words rang true, that her worries were insignificant against the universal forces of gravity she was in a dance with.
"Er, yeah.. adjusting now." Miali lost some of her fight at last and dutifully followed the path ahead for her, trusting Leager's time honed instincts. The Tuoro was if nothing else good at holding her path steady once her approach was corrected, considering this was her first live landing of anything larger than a Six-Seater Flitter.
In fact, it reminded her so much of the Tuima-daho'te training sessions she had with her adopted Tula mother Su'bek, who always was so calm and in control of her passions even in the midst of her art. She always knew the right step at the right time... would Miali be able to master her own tumultuous self one day, if she could find the answers to her own inner questions about her past? The elder Qaktoro's many hours spent 'listening to the deep' probably held some secret whispered in her furred ears, but for now they remained still out of reach for her student.