The chamber Ben has been directed to for his therapy sessions is oval in shape, pale cream walls with a smooth stone floor that gives way to a sand garden, filled with artful patterns and a neutral rainbow of smooth stones. Her accusation is spoken without accusation, with nothing but calm understanding, but it is wounding nonetheless.īut the wound already existed, and he has sought her out now for one reason -Īnd now it is time to do something about that. “I think you look at us and see yourself reflected in our eyes, and in that reflection, I think you fear what you already are.” Life has not been so kind to her as to have ever allowed her such selfish desires. ![]() His mind drifts to concerns of their attachment, their bias, but his heart looks at Shmi Skywalker and knows that her burden is not the fear or failure of letting go. “But that isn’t what I see when you look at me, or him, for that matter.” Her mouth twists unhappily, and Yoda reminds himself that they are friends. “Ben once told me that the Jedi fear what they could be.” Shmi says. “And fear, what do we?” Yoda inquires sadly. I know what it looks like.” She speaks softly, but there is something unyielding beneath her whispery voice, like bedrock beneath shifting sand. “Afraid, you think the Jedi are?” Yoda inquires, ears drooping. “Children are eager to learn.” Padawan Skywalker replies, returning her dark brown gaze to him. “A good teacher, you are.” Yoda comments, for all that he believes younglings should, perhaps, not be quite so good at vanishing. When they fade from sight, they also fade almost completely from his senses, such as experienced Shadows were ought to. With the eerie precision crèchelings have, they all four turn and bow together, and then dash off with adorable haste, though Master Yoda finds that the way they suddenly quiet in the Force to be…unsettling. “This is a rescue mission! We need to go save Ni-He.” They declare, with childish certainty and self-indulgent severity. “No!” The smallest youngling yelps, and the others nod, looking determined, and the youngling in the middle turns on their companions. “What is Ni-He were lost? And scared? What if they were not hiding from you, but someone who would do them harm, and you were sent to rescue them? Would you give up then, because it takes so long?” Padawan Skywalker inquires. Padawan Skywalker studies the antsy children thoughtfully for a few seconds, lips pursing in thought. “But it’s taking soooo loooong.” The youngling whines. “Then you must be better at the finding.” Shmi replies, smiling at them. “I found all but one! Ni-He is really, really good at the hiding.” “Padawan Skywalker!” A breathless youngling dashes to the edge of the pond, trailing three others by the hand – or claw, as the case would be. “We are not, I think, speaking of the same power.” Padawan Skywalker replies quietly. You have power, and power should be feared.” “Fear is a survival instinct.” Shmi replies. “Fear us, do you? Fear that a word makes us what you believe it means?” “Hmm.” Yoda mumbles, leaning over his walking stick and peering at her. “’Master’ still does not sit well on my tongue.” “I had thought you would prefer Elder to Grandfather.” Padawan Skywalker replies, a glimmer of amusement in her gaze for his cantankerous behavior, his clawed toes curling into the mossy edges of her pond. ![]() ![]() “Making their crèchemasters duties easy would do the crèchelings no favors, Elder.” Padawan Shmi Skywalker replies, her hair pulled up into a neat coil on top of her head, only her padawan braid tailing down. It saddened him, to see one so young with such eyes, with a burden on their soul that even he, with all his many centuries, could not claim to have ever carried. There was no innocence there, no naivety, no awe-filled wonder at the universe. Her face was young, though touched by fine silvery scars, but her eyes were not. “Making the duties of their crèchemasters difficult, you are.” Yoda remarks, hobbling his way towards the young woman sitting on a smooth stone rising just above the water of the still pond around it.ĭark brown eyes open, fixing him with a sharp, but not severe, gaze. ← Previous Work Part 9 of the The Desert Storm series Next Work →Ĭompleted Gen Recommendations, Star Wars The Clone Wars, Narsil's Favorite COMPLETED Fanfics Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 35149 Chapters: 16/16 Comments: 669 Kudos: 4982 Bookmarks: 173 Hits: 60929 ![]() Talking about your problems is good for you.Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types.
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