Part three
Obi Wan scanned his work. yeah that was okay. he hadn't drawn in a
long time and he was amazed that he could produce something after so
long but when he had picked up the pencil some long buried memory
flooded through him and he was happy.
He looked towards the door, his master-ex master he corrected himself
was talking with Tahl.
Obi Wan scowled he wished that he could belive that Qui Gon would
take him back but it was unlikely, Obi Wan had betrayed him.
And he wasn't exactly the strongest padawan or the brightest. Master
Yoda once told him that he was the brightest spark but he didn't
really know what that ment.
Beside him on the sleep couch was an application to some art schools
the one he really wanted to get into was one of the hardest on
Courascant but he belived that he could do it. Well he used to that
was. He didn't really belive he could do anything any more except
cause trouble for his master.
Maybe it would be better if Obi Wan just left. MAybe he ought to
apply to some of these schools. It couldn't hurt, if the council
didn't take him back it would be good to have a back up plan.
Tahl and Bant and all the others would be upset he knew, he would
miss his friends but he could not fool himself. The chances he would
be taken back were slim. he had done much damage to the master
padawan bond as everyone seemed to want to tell him.
Except Tahl, he grinned. Bant sounded more like Tahl everyday and he
remembered that Bant had told him that she could be picked very soon.
Obi Wan's mind whirled. It would be brillant if he could persuade
Tahl to take Bant as a padawan. It would be good for both of them, a
plan was begining to unfold.
With greater determination he reached for his application.
Qui Gon glanced at the boy;s bedroom.
'The boy's bedroom?' an annoying voice asked 'What happened to
ObiWan. your precious son?'
Qui Gon pushed the thought away.
"So how was counciling?" he tried to keep his voice neutral. Tahl
gave him a look " It was okay, Obi Wan answered the questions he was
asked. Good attempt at casual by the way "
Tahl frowned as she put her cup on the table with extreme accuracy.
"He can't talk about Cerasi though"
"What do you mean?"
"His speech became erratic, he couldn't get the words out"
"He was upset" Qui Gon reaoned.
Tahl gave him a look she hadn't given him since they were intiatates.
"He literally could not speek Qui, It was as if someone had put a
spell on him"
Qui Gon looked once more to the boy's bedroom
he hadn't realised how close the boy and Cerasi had become he knew
they were friends and that when she died he was upset but he was
young he would recover from her death.
"Just because they were young dosen't make their feelings any less
real Qui. Obi is hearbroken. He's alone and he bearely remembers
anyone, Bant told him a story about when they were younger and Obi
Wan jumped from an overhangging beam into the pool, he just looked at
her. And your not helping"
Qui Gon's heart was peireced. That story was one everyone knew.
But he hardened again "I won't take him back"
Tahl sighed
Obi Wan scanned his work. yeah that was okay. he hadn't drawn in a
long time and he was amazed that he could produce something after so
long but when he had picked up the pencil some long buried memory
flooded through him and he was happy.
He looked towards the door, his master-ex master he corrected himself
was talking with Tahl.
Obi Wan scowled he wished that he could belive that Qui Gon would
take him back but it was unlikely, Obi Wan had betrayed him.
And he wasn't exactly the strongest padawan or the brightest. Master
Yoda once told him that he was the brightest spark but he didn't
really know what that ment.
Beside him on the sleep couch was an application to some art schools
the one he really wanted to get into was one of the hardest on
Courascant but he belived that he could do it. Well he used to that
was. He didn't really belive he could do anything any more except
cause trouble for his master.
Maybe it would be better if Obi Wan just left. MAybe he ought to
apply to some of these schools. It couldn't hurt, if the council
didn't take him back it would be good to have a back up plan.
Tahl and Bant and all the others would be upset he knew, he would
miss his friends but he could not fool himself. The chances he would
be taken back were slim. he had done much damage to the master
padawan bond as everyone seemed to want to tell him.
Except Tahl, he grinned. Bant sounded more like Tahl everyday and he
remembered that Bant had told him that she could be picked very soon.
Obi Wan's mind whirled. It would be brillant if he could persuade
Tahl to take Bant as a padawan. It would be good for both of them, a
plan was begining to unfold.
With greater determination he reached for his application.
Qui Gon glanced at the boy;s bedroom.
'The boy's bedroom?' an annoying voice asked 'What happened to
ObiWan. your precious son?'
Qui Gon pushed the thought away.
"So how was counciling?" he tried to keep his voice neutral. Tahl
gave him a look " It was okay, Obi Wan answered the questions he was
asked. Good attempt at casual by the way "
Tahl frowned as she put her cup on the table with extreme accuracy.
"He can't talk about Cerasi though"
"What do you mean?"
"His speech became erratic, he couldn't get the words out"
"He was upset" Qui Gon reaoned.
Tahl gave him a look she hadn't given him since they were intiatates.
"He literally could not speek Qui, It was as if someone had put a
spell on him"
Qui Gon looked once more to the boy's bedroom
he hadn't realised how close the boy and Cerasi had become he knew
they were friends and that when she died he was upset but he was
young he would recover from her death.
"Just because they were young dosen't make their feelings any less
real Qui. Obi is hearbroken. He's alone and he bearely remembers
anyone, Bant told him a story about when they were younger and Obi
Wan jumped from an overhangging beam into the pool, he just looked at
her. And your not helping"
Qui Gon's heart was peireced. That story was one everyone knew.
But he hardened again "I won't take him back"
Tahl sighed