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I'm feeling better now. I had a chance to speak with the younger Jedi a bit today. His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I must admit he is as intelligent and interesting as he is handsome.
"Like you, Eirtaé? Of course we like you. All that stuff about you being bossy is just teasing. You put us all to shame; you're the perfect handmaiden. If anything, we're just jealous or whatever because we know we should know everything you say before you say it but we don't."
That was news to me. I've never really been one for teasing. Mother used to tell me I was "oversensitive" and maybe she was right. (I always hated when she said that–it made me feel like some bratty little kid.
When I think about it, nobody is ever hostile about what they say or anything. And I guess it could be like that old cliché–they're not laughing at me, but with me.
Of course, I can't really picture laughing at being called "Airy-taé," which is a play on my name and my habit of telling everyone what to do. I've always wanted a nickname, but that isn't exactly what I had in mind. At least they've only called me that behind my back. I'm not sure what I'll do if they ever say it to my face.
Especially now that I know self-defense. And I'm actually sort of good at it. <–>
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