When Ahsoka was small, she would run through the woods around her village, playing with all the animals which she loved dearly. She had been an adventurous child, one who would run off into something new without a moment's notice. It was what commonly got her into trouble. Even now it affected her, this adventurous streak that ran through her, in all its reckless and outgoing glory.
As a young child, Ahsoka Tano knew the woods in and out. She knew where the freshest springs were (and she'd bet that they were the most exceptional on Shili), where the animals liked to sleep and make homes, and which parts of the woods were the most visually stunning. Hunters would go off from her village into those woods and come back with a bountiful harvest of which to feed the entire village and to trade with other people.
This had been her life - until it wasn't. When the first Jedi came for her, she hadn't felt right. But everyone pushed her towards this new life with the Jedi. The first Force-user from Shili in the longest of times. It was said that no Force users had ever come from Shili to begin with… But that all could've been lost, had the first fabled Jedi taken her. Then came Master Plo, who saved her from this person. He took her to the Temple, made her feel loved and appreciated and safe in a world she had never known before.
Then, Ahsoka had balanced a crying child on her hip, trying her damndest to keep him from seeing the village they once lived in burn to the ground. He squirmed in her arms, continuing to sob. It only added to the noise surrounding them - the flames crackling below the cliff overhang, the voices of Anakin and the clones, and the screams. It was said that his name was Jutta, that he was a Force user. But that wasn't what pulled her toward this child. It was the disappearance of everything he loved, everything he ever had. All of that was enveloped in smoke and flame then. It had been turned to ash before his very eyes - ones that had been pure and innocent only hours ago. And Ahsoka knew how it felt. But before she could help him, she had to get him out of there.
Now she knelt near Hedala Fardi, watching the girl levitate a rock before her. The child placed several in a circle, then looked up to the young woman she knew simply as "Ashla", big brown eyes shining. Ashla looked back at her, recalling Jutta and her own past. Whether she was Ashla or Ahsoka, there was one piece of knowledge that was shared between her alias and her true identity: this was not an easy path.