Obi-Wan seemed to be in better spirits the next morning. He made up for his quietness the night before and talked incessantly during breakfast.
With a smile, Qui-Gon sent him off to class.
Obi-Wan bounded the halls, he always met Ja'lisa in the gardens before class. It was fast turning into a tradition. They would talk and maybe meditate for a few minutes before they started their day of studies.
Arriving at the garden, Obi-Wan went to their favorite spot. A large boulder by one of the many ponds. He climbed up and waited. A minute turned to several and he began to get worried. Wanting to wait for his friend, but knowing he could not be late for class, Obi-Wan had no choice but to climb back down and head for his first class of the day.
On his way out of the garden he heard a small cry. He hesitated and moved toward the spot where the sound came from to investigate. There, behind some bushes, was Ja'lisa. She was holding her arm in pain and her face was streaked with tears.
Dropping to his knees beside her, Obi-Wan asked, "Ja'lisa, what is it? What's wrong?"
Quickly wiping her face, Ja'lisa stammered out an excuse, "Oh...um. Nothing. I'm fine, lets go to class."
She got up off the ground and began to leave. Obi-Wan, confused, grabbed her arm to ask her again what the trouble was. When he took her arm, she let out a small shout of pain. This greatly concerned the young apprentice and he lifted the sleeve of Ja'lisa's tunic. And was greeted with a nasty burn.
He immediately said, "We need to take you to the healers."
Ja'lisa tried to hide her panic, "No, Obi. If I am late for class, Master Dern will be displeased." She pulled her arm back and pulled the sleeve back down, trying not to grimace as the fabric irritated the burn.
Obi-Wan tried to reason with her, "Ja'lisa, Master Dern would want this to be taken care of. How did you get it anyway?"
The girl's eyes grew wide as she tried to think of a lie, "Um, I was sparring with a remote. And I dropped my weapon. It hit me in the arm."
Obi-Wan was not buying that. While it was entirely possible to drop your lightsaber while sparring with remotes, it would be essentially impossible for the weapon to hit you in the forearm. He also wondered how Master Dern could have missed that. It seemed that Qui-Gon knew every splinter, every cut, every scrape Obi-Wan got. So he asked, "Does your Master know?"
Ja'lisa's eyes turned dark. Quickly she recovered, and glanced at her chrono, "Oh force, we have to go Obi-Wan or we are going to be late." Then before Obi-Wan could answer, she ran out of the gardens without ever answering her friends question.
With a smile, Qui-Gon sent him off to class.
Obi-Wan bounded the halls, he always met Ja'lisa in the gardens before class. It was fast turning into a tradition. They would talk and maybe meditate for a few minutes before they started their day of studies.
Arriving at the garden, Obi-Wan went to their favorite spot. A large boulder by one of the many ponds. He climbed up and waited. A minute turned to several and he began to get worried. Wanting to wait for his friend, but knowing he could not be late for class, Obi-Wan had no choice but to climb back down and head for his first class of the day.
On his way out of the garden he heard a small cry. He hesitated and moved toward the spot where the sound came from to investigate. There, behind some bushes, was Ja'lisa. She was holding her arm in pain and her face was streaked with tears.
Dropping to his knees beside her, Obi-Wan asked, "Ja'lisa, what is it? What's wrong?"
Quickly wiping her face, Ja'lisa stammered out an excuse, "Oh...um. Nothing. I'm fine, lets go to class."
She got up off the ground and began to leave. Obi-Wan, confused, grabbed her arm to ask her again what the trouble was. When he took her arm, she let out a small shout of pain. This greatly concerned the young apprentice and he lifted the sleeve of Ja'lisa's tunic. And was greeted with a nasty burn.
He immediately said, "We need to take you to the healers."
Ja'lisa tried to hide her panic, "No, Obi. If I am late for class, Master Dern will be displeased." She pulled her arm back and pulled the sleeve back down, trying not to grimace as the fabric irritated the burn.
Obi-Wan tried to reason with her, "Ja'lisa, Master Dern would want this to be taken care of. How did you get it anyway?"
The girl's eyes grew wide as she tried to think of a lie, "Um, I was sparring with a remote. And I dropped my weapon. It hit me in the arm."
Obi-Wan was not buying that. While it was entirely possible to drop your lightsaber while sparring with remotes, it would be essentially impossible for the weapon to hit you in the forearm. He also wondered how Master Dern could have missed that. It seemed that Qui-Gon knew every splinter, every cut, every scrape Obi-Wan got. So he asked, "Does your Master know?"
Ja'lisa's eyes turned dark. Quickly she recovered, and glanced at her chrono, "Oh force, we have to go Obi-Wan or we are going to be late." Then before Obi-Wan could answer, she ran out of the gardens without ever answering her friends question.