Disclaimer: I don't still speak Scots Gaelic nor Irish Gaeilge aside from a few words ( I do know slightly more Gaeilge though), so if my translations are wrong then blame Google Translate, not me. I also don't own any character that is not my own creation, obviously. Wish I did though. Could use the kind of money Star Wars rakes in.

Caibideil 4

Barriss and Ahsoka quietly exchanged foodstuffs as the latter tried her hardest to not remember what was in her food, while Gràinne kept loving eyes on her giant love. Barriss had to admit it was strange; despite knowing it was clearly a different person the idea, and image, of Ahsoka's face making goo-goo eyes at anyone was difficult to imagine. As Gràinne twirled a lek around her finger, she chattered away to her love in what seemed to be a third language from her somewhat antiquated version of Basic or Gaelic, although similar to the latter. Her father tried his best to look intimidating to Séamus. It didn't work in the slightest, at least nobody else thought he was intimidating compared to Séamus, who neither Jedi wanted to be on the bad side of, but it was still amusing to watch him try.

As Séamus downed his fifth pint, which compared to the rest of him seemed more like a shot glass, he began regaling his journey to this place called "Constantinople," which was apparently the capital of some empire called "Eastern Rome," and what rumors he heard of the "Far East" from there. Barriss was a tad confused by the empire's name considering she had heard their hosts talking of a place called Rome being just a holy city, completely different from a massive empire, but she didn't question it, probably just a "manly man" trying to impress his girl. She let him have his fun instead of asking questions. "I heard from a Persian that some nomad warlord off his nut fancies himself an emperor sent from his heathen gods," he said, "Said to have invaded the north part of the China. I don't believe a word of it me-self, but I guess we'll see what comes of this 'Genghis Khan' feller, if he exists. Seems a good yarn at any rate."

Gràinne seemed completely lost in his words, as if ready to melt in a moment's notice, when Freya coughed to get her attention. Suddenly remembering, "Oh! Séamus, ya know how, well, different I am?"

"Aye, ya literally fell from heaven, me wee angel."

She giggled and continued, "Well me sister's offered to take me to where she comes from… where I came from."

Séamus put his pint on the table and glares at Ahsoka, who fights every instinct to try and melt into the floor for a completely different reason than her sister. Her hand does hover over her lightsaber though, just in case. "And what about our wedding?"

"I'll be back in time fir it she says." Gràinne replied. Barriss and Ahsoka's eyes both grew wide with realization: she had mentioned nothing about a time crunch. She said she was engaged, not that the wedding was happening in the near future! "Please Séamus, it might be me last chance to finally get some answers."

"What does yer Da say about it?" Séamus asked, attempting to pass his need to deny his love her dream to another.

"He says I can if ye agree to it," she replies with a beaming smile, fluttering her eyelids sweetly, "I would have asked ye regardless though."

Séamus eyed Argus for leaving him with this issue. He thought of a way to reject her request without starting an argument, which would lead to yelling, which would lead to her crying, which always hurt to see. Gràinne knew how to play him, whether she knew it or not. Thinking he came up with a suitable answer, he looks at her and inhales, only to see her big, blue eyes. Her hopeful eyes yearning to know, longing to breathe free of the burden of being the monster everyone thought her to be; everyone aside from himself and her parents of course. What was he doing? He was physically incapable of telling her "No." He came to a decision, "Only if I can come wit' ye. I have to keep an eye on ye, keep ye safe."

Gràinne pounced on her fiancé laughing almost maniacally with joy, knocking him to the floor. She was seeing her birthplace and spending alone time with Séamus? Could it possibly get any better? No, no it could not.

Argus sighed in defeat and said, "Alright, if yer goin' I have a gift for ye."

Freya added, "But ye aren't leaving tonight! Ye'll go in tae mornin'."

Argus nodded, "I'll give it to ye then. Fir now, git to bed… You have a long trip to rest fir."

Nodding, Barriss and Ahsoka stood and walked to their spots, Barriss in the barn and Ahsoka in the field. Settling into her spot, Ahsoka gazed at the cloudy sky and smiled, she wasn't a fan of this planet, but she had to admit it was quite tranquil at times as she closed her eyes to sleep. It immediately began pouring rain, which caused her eyelids to instantly snap back open. Running to the house, she thought It's a wee bit closer than the barn, and Barriss might throw me from the window again with my sheep allergy. Wait, did I just use the phrase "a wee bit?" Am I seriously already going native on this Force-forsaken rock? I can't wait to get home and away from here forever! Argh! Knocking on the door frantically, Freya opened it to let Ahsoka in, dripping across the floor.

"Oi! You'll catch ye death a cold in these wet clothes," Freya exclaimed, "Borrow a nightgown of Gràinne's and change!" as Gràinne tossed Ahsoka the aforementioned garment.

Looking around to see if there was a second room which she was unaware of, she found nothing. "Umm… Where?"

"Where yer standin'! Unless ye want to change out in the rain!"

Yep. Ahsoka loathed any and all time she was forced to spend on this planet. Grabbing a blanket and holding it up with the Force to make a tiny changing room, she dropped her soaked minidress and stockings on the floor then put on the nightgown. She dropped the blanket as she picked up her clothes, which Freya snatched and put over the fire to dry.

"Ye can sleep with yer sister," she casually remarked pointing her head towards Gràinne laying on a straw and cloth mat on the floor, smiling.

Yawning and not having much other choice, Ahsoka laid next to Gràinne and quickly passed out. The next morning, she woke to find her sister almost totally enveloping her and Séamus missing. Did he leave? Change his mind about going? she wondered, only to be answered when Séamus quietly opened the door wearing chainmail and helmet, carrying a gigantic axe and shield on his back. "Top o' the mornin' to ye…" he paused as if hesitant to risk saying the wrong name and sparking an argument, "Ahsoka?" Ahsoka nodded. Séamus was visibly relieved, clearly having never had this problem before with his fiancé's somewhat distinct appearance. "Good. It's about time we get ready to leave for wherever yer homeland might be." He knelt down to where the Togruta twins laid and ever so gently nudged his beloved awake. "Darlin'? Acushla? Tá sé ar maidin mo chroí grá."

Gràinne cooed softly as she opened her eyes and yawned, getting off of her sister and leaning up to kiss Séamus, lifting his helmet slightly to do so. "Maidin mhaith, Séamus mo cushlamachree."

Barf, thought Ahsoka as she grabbed her now dry clothes from hanging over the extinguished fireplace and peeked outside to see if there was any chance of yet another ill-timed rain. The sky seemed overcast, as it seemed to always be. Chancing it, she ran around the back of the house and dropped the nightgown to change into her normal clothes. Gràinne bounded around the corner before Ahsoka had the chance to put her clothes back on and asked, "When are we, oh!"

Ahsoka screamed, tried to cover herself, and threw some kind of vegetable at her sister, narrowly missing as she ducked back around the corner. Hurriedly pulling her dress over herself to avoid any more accidental exposures and thanking the Force that if anyone had to see her changing it was someone who looked exactly like her. She had changed and bathed in the communal showers at the Temple before, but tried to avoid it if at all possible, preferring to change in her own quarters and the shower in the fresher she shared with Anakin. War had made her used to many, many things most people would never have to deal with and was well acquainted with being in very, very close proximity to the men, but this was the one luxury she held to fervently. "What could you possibly want right now?" she asked, irritated at this blatant violation of privacy, a concept apparently nonexistent to the locals.

"I wan' to know when we're leavin'." Gràinne asked, peeking around the corner to ensure her sibling was fully dressed and lacked any more turnips to fling at her.

"Immediately."

"Alright then… Ye know, we have the same birt'mark."

"I don't want to talk about it!"

Argus entered his smithy and unburied the sword from under his aprons, tent canvas, and heavy blankets. It was his masterpiece, handcrafted from the finest Damascus Steel he could get his hands on, a hilt of the smoothest leather and strongest oak and overlain with a splash of gold, encasing a near-perfect tang. The crossguard was encrusted with gold and inlayed emeralds at each end, with a curved cross proudly sitting in the center. The scabbard, he enlisted the aid of Séamus for and acquired jewels and pearls from all across his trade network to insert within the ash wood scabbard overlain with silver and bronze. Unsheathing his handiwork to gaze upon it, the blade sang as it was pulled from its container. Turning it just to the right angle it read the words, A nighean nan Nèamh, solas na beatha, (trans: Beloved Daughter from Heaven, the Light of My Life). The scabbard alone was worth more than his entire homestead, a blade fit for an emperor, and nothing less would do for his cherished baby girl. With a tear in his eye he swung the blade once more, ensuring it was just the right weight balance. To balance a claymore was a difficult task, as the blade alone would have come to Gràinne's shoulders. Testing the sharpness he held up a length of canvas and cut it to pieces with almost no effort. It was indeed perfect. Ensuring the note was still tied to the end of the hilt, he returned to his house to find Barriss and Ahsoka chatting with Séamus and Freya while Gràinne told their collie Aodh goodbye.

Choking back a tear, Argus called to her as he climbed the hill to the farmhouse, "Gràinne! I planned on makin' this yer weddin' present, but ye'll need it more now." As he unveiled the sword, all jaws dropped, including Ahsoka who had seen it but horribly misinterpreted the elegance of the thing, and Séamus who had some inkling of what the jewels and gold his soon-to-be father-in-law kept pestering him for but was purposefully kept out of the loop for their true purpose.

Gràinne was overcome with emotion and hugged her father, crying into his shoulder, "It's beautiful, Da!"

He pulled her as close to him as he possibly could and kissed the top of her head, while Freya also came in to hug her. They said their final goodbyes in Gaelic and Gràinne turned to go with her sister, her sister's friend, and her fiancé. Just in sight of the farmhouse, Grainne turned back and waved to her parents, the only family she had ever known. As the two pairs went over the hill, Freya allowed herself to collapse into tears, as Argus silently cried as well, holding tight to his wife.

A/N: Well, that went down harder than I was planning. Next Caibideil will be a tad more lighthearted as Gràinne and Séamus react to the first time anyone from Earth has ever flown (in case you couldn't tell from the mentions of Pope Innocent III and Genghis Khan beginning his rule of all Mongols, the year is 1207 A.D.)