Scribble 7: The Homestead
Oh, I fell asleep while writing last evening. Obviously the journey through the desert took it's toll on me. After I got the eopie I tucked Luke under my robe (again) and mounted the animal. I sort of prefer transport that involves two or four legs. (Not overly fond of more legs than that, though.) I still miss faithful Boga which saved my life on Utapau when the clones opened fire upon me. Well, she might not have liked the desert. I sure don't. It's…too much sand.
I must admit, though, that it beholds it's own beauty. When we approached the Lars' farm it was nearly evening and I could se dust devils dancing in front of us. It has to be that huge mountain range in the south which creates the gushes of wind. The eopie had made good progress through the desert so we actually made it before nightfall.
Beru Lars came out to meet us. On the contrary to her husband she seems to be a very warm and kindhearted woman. Owen Lars seems to be more reserved. Especially towards Jedi. Well, especially towards me, actually. At first he didn't even want to greet me, but after a while I got the explanation. He had a close relationship to his stepmother, Shmi, and felt that the Jedi had denied her contact with her beloved son. Which, in a way, is true, I guess. Thanks to Beru's hospitality I was allowed to stay overnight though.
But we agreed that I shall keep away from this place.
I will keep my promise in that respect. Mostly. I do not want to bring danger to their home and it would not be good if someone spotted a Jedi on their doorstep. But I will watch from afar. In case they need me, I'll be there in a moment.
I said goodbye to Luke last evening. I brought him outdoors and we looked upon the stars. The entire galaxy is out there and if he had been allowed the life he was born to I'm sure his father would have shown him most of it as soon as he was old enough. Instead it has come to this - he's an unaware refugee here and I'm most certainly wanted by the entire Empire now, in case someone suspects I've survived.
I'll miss that little fellow. Without him I'm not sure if I could have made it this far. I would have broken down in a heap of sobbing mess long before even leaving Polis Massa. No, can't think of that now. Luke will get a good life here with his new parents. Beru will love him. She already does, and Owen will take good care of him as well.
If not, a very harsh jedi will turn up at his doorstep and tell him some truths about caring for younglings.
