Hidden From View

Okesa! Oops, that means peace in Japanese. I tell you these words just slip out. Well, this is the next chapter in this story. Thanks to Jacen200015 who gave me some great ideas. And you'll be meeting some other people who have a pretty major part, thanks to my buddy.

Disclaimer: As I have said before, LOOK AT THE FIRST CHAPTER. The rest of this thing is at the bottom because it's a spoiler.

Chapter Two:

"What?" said Qui-gon looking rather confused. Obi-wan looked both confused and amazed, and he was staring at the girl as if she was from a distant galaxy. Nebaroshe' just smiled and said, "You heard me. My name is Nebaroshe'me' Faia Starseeker, and I'm 6 years old."

"Your only SIX!?" came Obi-wan's voice as Qui-go nodded in agreement.

"Yes, what were you expecting? An eight-year-old?" said Nebaroshe' starting to turn.

"Yes. Or an older person." Mumbled Obi-wan following her as Qui-gon followed silently behind him.

"I'm supposed to show you around Cloud City, and all the places we think you can get information." Nebaroshe' said while walking briskly. Obi-wan was about to open his mouth when she suddenly answered his unasked question.

"The Jedi Council arranged for you to stay at the house of my foster mother. We're only trying to help with your search."

Obi-wan stared hard at the younger girl but let his next question drop.

It was Qui-gon who ended the silence. "We are very grateful to you and your foster mother."

"It's not just me. Several other orphans stay there. But don't worry. My foster mother's house is very large. There is enough room for at least 12 more people." Assured Nebaroshe'. She suddenly stopped and looked at her chrono. "Oh sith, I'm sorry I've got to go and pick something up from the cleaner's before they close. Here is the address. It's on the East Side of Cloud City. See you later." She said quickly, handing Qui-gon a piece of paper and started to run off. As she ran around the corner Obi-wan finally looked at his master.

"Do we believe her?" he asked when his tongue became unstuck.

"Yes. Duvairent forgot the details again."

Nebaroshe' ran to the cleaners and picked up several dresses that her 'foster mother' told her. More like slave driver. She thought running back out of the shop. The next thing that happed was Nebaroshe' nearly ran over a pair of very familiar 4-year-olds. Instead of hitting them she had to jump over them, thus landing flat on her face. The dresses went flying and landing safely on a flagpole. The young girls went into a giggling fit as Nebaroshe' started to move.

"That's… the…. Forth… time…. Today!" gasped out Stella almost having to sit down on the curb to control her giggles. M'Gradalon'maloniec, or Gradal for short, moved over to the older girl and started to help her up.

"You have got to pay more attention to what is going on around you." Said Gradal looking sternly at Nebaroshe'.

"You sound like Madam." Said Nebaroshe' moving to pick the dresses up off the flagpole. "Come on Stella, you need to stop laughing before we get back.

"Alright. I'm stopping, I'm stopping." Said Stella calming herself down. And with that they walked home.

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So how did I do? If my writing is off tell me. I'm writing this late at night so things might be off.

Thanks to Jacen200015 for Stella's name and for letting me use Gradal. Oh and Gradal is owned by Jacen200015.

I still need ideas if you have them.

~*~Nebaroshe~*~