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Life in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant was like an eddy in a busy stream. No matter how loud or busy the capital of the Galactic Republic became the Temple remained calm, serene and detached almost from the surrounding space. The early hours of the day are times of contemplation, allowing Jedi of all rank to meditate and commune with the force. It was a habit begun young that no Jedi ever really escaped from. In the Room of a Thousand Fountains one Jedi was doing her utmost best to impart this most sacred, timeless and sadly 'boring' habit to the younglings in her care.
Jedi Master Docent Vant, a blue-skinned Twi'lek, was young and while not unused to being around younglings couldn't help but feel out of her depth. She was an instructor who had taught several classes of young initiates already. Vant had been excited, almost ecstatic, to be given the honor and opportunity to become the caretaker of a young group of initiates. Now she almost wanted to cry from the strain of handling such a large group of younglings. All she wanted was to take this time to meditate and perhaps impart the value of such discipline to her younglings, she was failing both.
"Bant Eerin, Garen Muln and Bruck Chung move away from the fountains. We are not here to watch our reflections or play in the water." Master Vant called despairingly. "Today we are beginning your learning on meditation a most noble and important aspect," she begins before rising to her feet in a flash of concern. "Bant! Hold on let me get you out of the water." Now fully flustered Master Vant moves to reach the flailing Mon Calamari initiate who had, clumsily, fallen into one of the largest fountains and in her fright was about to swept down the river running through the massive garden, Truly, where did I go wrong?! I thought I had already taught them to be safe and obedient here.
But before Vant could get to the edge of the pond she heard yet another splash. Fearing that another youngling had fallen in, who may not survive the ordeal as easily as the first, she was confused by all her little ones being accounted for. If it wasn't one of them then who fell into the water? Sweeping her eyes over the small river again she is stunned by the sight before her. Swimming in the river towards the frightened Bant is a young human that Vant had never seen before. The unknown youngling swims quickly and surely to Bant and begins to tow the little Mon Calamari towards the edge. With the patient and sure care of the little human Bant's natural affinity for water finally makes its appearance as her sudden panic fades. Master Vant is greeted by chuckles and laughter as she, and the other initiates, draws near the two.
"Hello there!" Bant chirps happily, "Thank you for helping me. For a moment I forgot how to swim and up from down. I would have been lost without you."
The water-logged little human looks at her slowly with odd eyes before a great grin spreads across him face. "No worries, helpin' people is what a hero dos and since I am a hero that's what I dos." Grinning all the more at his little impromptu speech the little boy pushes his sandy blond hair out of his eyes and finally gives the now assembled group the first look at them. Clear blue eyes that seem to shift from blue to green to grey and back again swirl with amusement and pride. "Ello, I'm Clint Barton an' Ima gonna be a Jedi!" This cheerful declaration is met with short stares from all the younglings and Master Vant. Somehow Vant just knows that she is going to dislike what comes next.
I can already tell that this little prankster is going to be my problem. Why? Why did I think I was ready to raise younglings? Why? With these questions of despair Master Vant looks down at the grinning human to the pleased Bant to her confused initiates and knows that she will need to talk to the council about this.