Obi-Wan sat in his apartment, angsting. How could this be happening? He couldn't take on another Padawan! It was too dangerous, and besides, he had failed oh, so terribly with Anakin, judging from how he was currently raising Ahsoka. It had been a miracle that they had both found Ahsoka and managed to clean out his apartments before the Coruscanti Child Protection Agency arrived at the Temple. Actually, come to think about it, running away just before the yearly inspection had been rather good planning of hers.

His ponderings were interrupted by the gentle chime of a doorbell. He glanced up at the chrono, surprised; was it time for Rhiannon to arrive all ready?

Before he could wonder further, though, the durasteel door slid open and a young, feminine figure entered. "I am a bit early, Master Kenobi. I'm so very sorry if that caused some inconvenience!"

"No, no, of course not!" Obi-Wan frowned suddenly, his comprehension of the happenings suddenly catching up to him, kind of in the same way that a train catches up to the poor person who happens to be crossing its tracks. "Wait a minute! I didn't mention to you my personal feelings about your time of arrival! Also, I'm pretty sure I didn't open the door for you."

"Oh, don't worry about that!" She gave him an all-knowing, angelic smile. "I opened the door myself, despite your numerous locks which I know you put on to keep Anakin out once he was knighted –I've been watching you for some time, you see- and I read your mind."

"That's…" he was torn between "impressive" and "creepy," and decided to say neither. "…impossible."

She chuckled, a sound like a silver sunset, like a kitten walking upon a bed of roses carved from gold. "Nothing is impossible, Master! You simply must learn from the student, just as the student must learn from the Master."

"Right. I'm sure that's it." He nodded vigorously, wondering if this was one of those creatures that leave if you back away slowly, and then felt horrible for thinking that about his own student. "Why don't you go and settle in –your room is the one on the left—and I'll make some tea and we can get to know each other."

"Tea? How delightedly old fashion! Your plan is a very good one, Master Kenobi, and I'll be sure to be as fast and as graceful as a Nubian gazelle when putting my items away, so that I can enjoy this 'tea' with you!" With that having been said she skipped away, black hair fanning out like a cloud of locusts, of the most beautiful sort, around her.

Obi-Wan watched as she pirouetted into her bedroom, wondering just what in all of the however-many-there-were Corellian Hells he had gotten himself into.

"So…" Obi-Wan poured a steaming cup of carefully brewed rosefoot tea and set it before his new Padawan. "Tell me about yourself."

"Well, there really isn't much to say." She sniffed the liquid. "I was brought to the Temple about a year ago. I was an orphan, living on the streets of a terrible desert planet. Tatooine, perhaps you've heard of it? I was Anakin Skywalker's best friend; you see, even though I was five and he was nine I was a prodigy and he was dreadfully normal compared to me. But then I left for a week, because I had to go face Jabba the Hutt and some creatures called Vogons in a poetry reading contest –I write the most beautiful poems; did I mention that?—and when I came back he was gone. Oh, and I won the poetry reading contest."

"Er… that's good." He really wasn't sure how to respond; Anakin's story had been so much more straightforward! "How did you get to be on Tatooine? I heard you were Asajj Ventress's sister."

"Oh, well! That's a tragic tale of woe." She looked so sad that it was as if someone had just strangled a puppy in front of her. "I was the shame of my family, you see. I had hair! I was a terrible outcast, and my parents, being as influential as they were, couldn't afford to be associated with me. So they arranged for pirates to kidnap me!" She sighed dramatically, before shaking her head slightly and looking up at him with an optimistic expression on her face. "I don't blame them, though! I must have been a horrid burden! Although I suffered from self-confidence issues for years afterwards, but eventually I decided that my fantastic, almost inhuman talents made me who I was, and that I could love myself even if they hated me! Also, I killed the pirates and the slavers once we were on Tatooine."

"How talented of you?" This was pretty darn awkward. "Why don't I tell you about me now?"

"Oh, I would be delighted!" She leaned forwards. "Do go on!"

"Well, I've been in the Temple for as long as I can remember. After a series of Tumultuous Events, Master Qui-Gon Jinn took me as his apprentice and we had many an adventure together. When I was twenty-five he died and left me with a kid that I wasn't ready to raise but tried to, to the best of my abilities. Said kid helped to start the Clone Wars. That's it."

"What a tale!" Rhiannon clapped her hands enthusiastically. "And I'm sure it will prove that you don't need to have lived and experienced too much to be a good Master!"

He paused, wondering if anyone could really be that callous, then decided he'd rather not know. "How about a spar?" That had helped to break the ice, and his hip, with Anakin.

"Oh, yes!" She sprang up. "I'll get my saber!"

He watched her go, and wondered why that sort of people always ended up under his care.