"Train the boy, you must not."
"I understand, Master Yoda." Qui-Gon bowed his head in acknowledgement. Obi-Wan shifted behind him, sensing that the small Master still had more to say.
"Accompany you to Naboo, another Jedi shall. This one, in need of such diplomatic experiences, she is. Also encountered a shadowed figure, she has."
"She, Master?" Obi-Wan questioned softly. Yoda's eyes crinkled before he spoke.
"Newly appointed Knight, Yareah Avalie is." (Yah-ray-ah Ah-vahl-ee-ay)
Boarding the Nubian ship, Qui-Gon pulled his apprentice aside.
"What do you know of this Avalie girl? I haven't heard of her before."
"Well, I believe she was chosen to be a Padawan far before myself. Her skills with both blades and languages made her a striking initiate despite an average midi-chlorian count. I cannot say I saw much of her around the Temple."
"Blades, you say? Not blade?" he asked.
"Yes, if I remember correctly, she was ambidextrous and created a second lightsaber."
"I see…"
"I do hope I don't sound rude, but I believe it would be more prudent if you asked me about my strengths and weaknesses. I'm sure I could give you a full report." A young woman had somehow managed to situate herself next to the two Jedi without detection. She cocked her head to the side, her short, layered dark brown hair flopping into her gray eyes. Obi-Wan guessed she was somewhere close to his age of twenty-four. A light smile played on her lips as she looked up at the duo before bowing.
"I am Yareah Avalie, Jedi Knight and temporary partner." As she stood, Obi-Wan noticed that her Jedi robes were the usual brown tints, but with a deep red undershirt with white pants, black boots and a black belt. He also noticed that he had been right; two sabers hung from her belt, slightly smaller than regular sabers.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Knight Avalie," Qui-Gon bowed to her in return. Obi-Wan followed suit as her smile waned into an expression of cheerful determination.
"Please, call me Yareah."