Ja'lisa grabbed a sigh of relief when she finished her morning classes. She hated not being able to tell Obi-Wan the truth. But what was she supposed to say when he asked if her Master knew? "Yes, Obi-Wan he knows. In fact, he did it. All because I was five minutes late last night." She would rather die then say that.
While she knew that all padawans were disciplined by their masters, Ja'lisa assumed that students were usually not burned with practice sabers for the slightest mistake.
She had been so exited when she was chosen by her Master Dern. Always an excellent student, Ja'lisa was shy and quiet and her initiate years were happy. Nevertheless she was extremely lonely.
But now she wishes she never heard of Dern Galen. The young girl once thought she would hate going to the agri-corps, but now she thought it would be wonderful to be surrounded by living things and not have to worry about the one person you are supposed to trust in the galaxy taking that trust and fracturing it.
--------------------------------------
Qui-Gon met his student later that afternoon to do some sparring. The Master noted that Obi-Wan's timing seemed completely off. He was not focused and there was something that was definitely bothering the boy. Qui-Gon cut the session short and the pair headed for the meditation gardens. Meditation seemed to calm Obi-Wan's troubled mind somewhat, but his master was still concerned.
Deciding that the noisy dining hall was not the best place for his student, Qui-Gon took him home to their apartment. Obi-Wan sat at the window in deep thought while Qui-Gon prepared the evening meal.
If Obi-Wan ate two bites, Qui-Gon would have been surprised. In silence, they cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers. Obi-Wan then settled on his favorite spot on the floor and pulled out a data reader. Qui-Gon sat on the couch and pulled out his own reader. In between paragraphs, he studied Obi-Wan.
Feeling his Master's eyes on him, Obi-Wan turned, "Master, what would you do if I burned myself with my lightsaber?"
For the second time that week, Obi-Wan stunned his master with a question. Sliding off the couch, he sat next to Obi-Wan on the floor. "I would take you to the healers, and not let them rest until it was completely healed and you were all right."
That brought a small grin to Obi-Wan's face, "Then you would not send me to class with it unbandaged?"
Qui-Gon answered, "Force no, you know me better than that. But, Obi-Wan, you are not asking me hypothetical questions. Tell me what is wrong."
The young Jedi took a deep breath. "Ja'lisa said she was sparring with a remote and dropped her saber. It burned her here." Obi-Wan placed his left hand on his right forearm.
Qui-Gon was confused, that was a strange place for the injury to be. "Did she go to the healers?"
Obi-Wan shrugged. "I don't think so. It was not covered or anything and it looked really painful."
Qui-Gon was thoughtful for a moment, before standing and ruffling his padawans hair. "Obi-Wan, I need to go out for a bit. I want you to do your lessons, take a shower and go to bed."
Obi-Wan nodded and turned back to his reader. Qui-Gon grabbed his cloak and left the apartment.
While she knew that all padawans were disciplined by their masters, Ja'lisa assumed that students were usually not burned with practice sabers for the slightest mistake.
She had been so exited when she was chosen by her Master Dern. Always an excellent student, Ja'lisa was shy and quiet and her initiate years were happy. Nevertheless she was extremely lonely.
But now she wishes she never heard of Dern Galen. The young girl once thought she would hate going to the agri-corps, but now she thought it would be wonderful to be surrounded by living things and not have to worry about the one person you are supposed to trust in the galaxy taking that trust and fracturing it.
--------------------------------------
Qui-Gon met his student later that afternoon to do some sparring. The Master noted that Obi-Wan's timing seemed completely off. He was not focused and there was something that was definitely bothering the boy. Qui-Gon cut the session short and the pair headed for the meditation gardens. Meditation seemed to calm Obi-Wan's troubled mind somewhat, but his master was still concerned.
Deciding that the noisy dining hall was not the best place for his student, Qui-Gon took him home to their apartment. Obi-Wan sat at the window in deep thought while Qui-Gon prepared the evening meal.
If Obi-Wan ate two bites, Qui-Gon would have been surprised. In silence, they cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers. Obi-Wan then settled on his favorite spot on the floor and pulled out a data reader. Qui-Gon sat on the couch and pulled out his own reader. In between paragraphs, he studied Obi-Wan.
Feeling his Master's eyes on him, Obi-Wan turned, "Master, what would you do if I burned myself with my lightsaber?"
For the second time that week, Obi-Wan stunned his master with a question. Sliding off the couch, he sat next to Obi-Wan on the floor. "I would take you to the healers, and not let them rest until it was completely healed and you were all right."
That brought a small grin to Obi-Wan's face, "Then you would not send me to class with it unbandaged?"
Qui-Gon answered, "Force no, you know me better than that. But, Obi-Wan, you are not asking me hypothetical questions. Tell me what is wrong."
The young Jedi took a deep breath. "Ja'lisa said she was sparring with a remote and dropped her saber. It burned her here." Obi-Wan placed his left hand on his right forearm.
Qui-Gon was confused, that was a strange place for the injury to be. "Did she go to the healers?"
Obi-Wan shrugged. "I don't think so. It was not covered or anything and it looked really painful."
Qui-Gon was thoughtful for a moment, before standing and ruffling his padawans hair. "Obi-Wan, I need to go out for a bit. I want you to do your lessons, take a shower and go to bed."
Obi-Wan nodded and turned back to his reader. Qui-Gon grabbed his cloak and left the apartment.