Summary: Obi wan feels that his master does not understand him so
when Yoda tells him he must go to a soul healer to deal with the loss
of Cerasi, Tahl comes with him.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
By: Kaitlyn
1/?
Obi Wan Kenobi glanced at his companion "Thanks for coming" the Jedi
Knight nodded her blind eyes kind. "Obi Wan I came because I want you
to get through this."
The Jedi padawan nodded, his eyes on his hands, which were slightly
shaking. "What If I can't talk about her?"
His voice took momentum "What if the words get stuck in my throat and
I choke on them or Gods what if I cry?"
Tahl watched the young man struggle them compose himself, she knew
the boy wasn't expecting an answer and so she allowed him to
continue. 'You should be here Jinn' Tahl thought angrily, 'You're his
master and he's suffering, yet you say nothing' Tahl hadn't missed
the worried glances the boys friends shared and her heart ached as
she remembered how Bant. Garen and Reeft had come to her quarters and
asked for intervention. Yet the boys master continued on she was
angry at Yoda for allowing it but soon the master had realised the
situation and had ordered Obi Wan to attend a soul healer.
The door opened and an elderly human female approached them, her
wrinkled face kind "Padawan Kenobi?"
Tahl pointed at Obi Wan, seeing his unease she gave him a gentle push
towards the door. Once inside the lady motioned to Obi Wan to take a
seat in the large recling chair, he did so but just as quickly got
up, pacing nervously.
"My name is Jarha" the gravelly voice said, the old women didn't seem
to notice that Obi Wan seemed disturbed of the chair.
"No Ben" she continued in a buisness like mannar "Why don't you sit
down and we'll start"
Obi Wan paused but obeyed sitting next to Tahl.
When she called him Ben Obi Wan flinched as physically struck and
Tahl looked around, since she didn't know that this was the nickname
Cerasi had given him. Jarah looked over at the lad with kind eyes.
"Would you prefer if I called you Obi Wan?"
Obi Wan nodded, and offered nothing more. Where had this boy come
from? Tahl thought 'Where was the happy boy I remembered, she knew
that in the presence of Qui Gon the boy seemed alot more subdued but
never like this. He seemed a small figure to Tahl. His head shaved,
and the ghastly wound on his forehead, his Jedi robes seemed big on
him and moved without the grace Tahl was accomsted to.
"Ok let us talk about Cerasi and Neild for a moment" the councillor
was saying.
"She's dead. There isn't anything eles to say." Obi Wan said in a
dead voice.
"You cared very much for her" it wasn't a question.
"Yes"
The converasation continued this way with Jahra asking questions and
Obi Wan answering them with one or two words.
Qui Gon Jinn, wondered about his quarters, Tahl had taken Obi Wan
out, but had refused to tell him why,for a minute the force pricked
and a sense of unease assulted Qui Gon. 'Was Obi Wan ill?" panic shot
through Qui Gon the intensity surprising him. He knew he had been
distant lately but he had to be sure that Obi Wan was worth trusting
again. He couldn't belive the ease in which Tahl had forgiven Obi
Wan. Something fluttered from underneath a pile of datapads,
obviously whoever had hidden this paper didn't want it to be found.
Pulling it out he gasped and sank to the floor. The picture was of a
girl with cristal green eyes and red hair that fell jaggedly to her
shoulders. Her face was smudged and bloody but the artist had
captured the essence of the girl. This must be Cerasi, how Obi Wan
saw her. For a long time Qui Gon stared at the picture amazed that
Obi Wan could produce something of that standard. He stuffed it into
his pocket as the door hissed open and Tahl and Obi Wan entered, Obi
Wan nodded at Qui Gon and then hurridely left. Tahl pursed her lips
then sat herself on the couch. Once he was sure Obi Wan was in his
room he pulled out the treasure.
"Tahl, Obi Wan drew this"
Tahl inspected the work, her expression between grim and increadolous.
"Of course he did this, he's been drawing for ages. It's the only way
he can express his greif"
Qui Gon sat back, he had seen his padawan throw himself into work,
barely stopping before breakfast and dinner.
"He's been really busy lately, rushing around everywhere"
"Because he's hurting Jinn he wants he pain inside of him to go away.
It hurts that badly."
Qui Gon looked back at the drawing.
when Yoda tells him he must go to a soul healer to deal with the loss
of Cerasi, Tahl comes with him.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
By: Kaitlyn
1/?
Obi Wan Kenobi glanced at his companion "Thanks for coming" the Jedi
Knight nodded her blind eyes kind. "Obi Wan I came because I want you
to get through this."
The Jedi padawan nodded, his eyes on his hands, which were slightly
shaking. "What If I can't talk about her?"
His voice took momentum "What if the words get stuck in my throat and
I choke on them or Gods what if I cry?"
Tahl watched the young man struggle them compose himself, she knew
the boy wasn't expecting an answer and so she allowed him to
continue. 'You should be here Jinn' Tahl thought angrily, 'You're his
master and he's suffering, yet you say nothing' Tahl hadn't missed
the worried glances the boys friends shared and her heart ached as
she remembered how Bant. Garen and Reeft had come to her quarters and
asked for intervention. Yet the boys master continued on she was
angry at Yoda for allowing it but soon the master had realised the
situation and had ordered Obi Wan to attend a soul healer.
The door opened and an elderly human female approached them, her
wrinkled face kind "Padawan Kenobi?"
Tahl pointed at Obi Wan, seeing his unease she gave him a gentle push
towards the door. Once inside the lady motioned to Obi Wan to take a
seat in the large recling chair, he did so but just as quickly got
up, pacing nervously.
"My name is Jarha" the gravelly voice said, the old women didn't seem
to notice that Obi Wan seemed disturbed of the chair.
"No Ben" she continued in a buisness like mannar "Why don't you sit
down and we'll start"
Obi Wan paused but obeyed sitting next to Tahl.
When she called him Ben Obi Wan flinched as physically struck and
Tahl looked around, since she didn't know that this was the nickname
Cerasi had given him. Jarah looked over at the lad with kind eyes.
"Would you prefer if I called you Obi Wan?"
Obi Wan nodded, and offered nothing more. Where had this boy come
from? Tahl thought 'Where was the happy boy I remembered, she knew
that in the presence of Qui Gon the boy seemed alot more subdued but
never like this. He seemed a small figure to Tahl. His head shaved,
and the ghastly wound on his forehead, his Jedi robes seemed big on
him and moved without the grace Tahl was accomsted to.
"Ok let us talk about Cerasi and Neild for a moment" the councillor
was saying.
"She's dead. There isn't anything eles to say." Obi Wan said in a
dead voice.
"You cared very much for her" it wasn't a question.
"Yes"
The converasation continued this way with Jahra asking questions and
Obi Wan answering them with one or two words.
Qui Gon Jinn, wondered about his quarters, Tahl had taken Obi Wan
out, but had refused to tell him why,for a minute the force pricked
and a sense of unease assulted Qui Gon. 'Was Obi Wan ill?" panic shot
through Qui Gon the intensity surprising him. He knew he had been
distant lately but he had to be sure that Obi Wan was worth trusting
again. He couldn't belive the ease in which Tahl had forgiven Obi
Wan. Something fluttered from underneath a pile of datapads,
obviously whoever had hidden this paper didn't want it to be found.
Pulling it out he gasped and sank to the floor. The picture was of a
girl with cristal green eyes and red hair that fell jaggedly to her
shoulders. Her face was smudged and bloody but the artist had
captured the essence of the girl. This must be Cerasi, how Obi Wan
saw her. For a long time Qui Gon stared at the picture amazed that
Obi Wan could produce something of that standard. He stuffed it into
his pocket as the door hissed open and Tahl and Obi Wan entered, Obi
Wan nodded at Qui Gon and then hurridely left. Tahl pursed her lips
then sat herself on the couch. Once he was sure Obi Wan was in his
room he pulled out the treasure.
"Tahl, Obi Wan drew this"
Tahl inspected the work, her expression between grim and increadolous.
"Of course he did this, he's been drawing for ages. It's the only way
he can express his greif"
Qui Gon sat back, he had seen his padawan throw himself into work,
barely stopping before breakfast and dinner.
"He's been really busy lately, rushing around everywhere"
"Because he's hurting Jinn he wants he pain inside of him to go away.
It hurts that badly."
Qui Gon looked back at the drawing.