Father: Qui-Gon Jinn
The Master-Padawan bond is like a father-son relationship among Jedi. It is a glorious thing.
But my master was Dooku. A harsher, less-loving master didn't exist. He abused me if I was wrong, if I was annoying or if he was in a foul mood, which was often. And yet, after all that, I still loved him. On the rare occasion that I pleased him, as when I received my knighthood, it was the greatest deight I could imagine.
Now that he left, I wonder, is he still proud of me?
Am I proud of him?
I'm so proud of me! My word count for National Novel Writing Month is up to 28040! The on-track goal for today is only 21671, so I'm WAY ahead of schedule. I was so delighted, I decided to take a short break and post another drabble. I have no idea what kind of bond Qui-Gon and Dooku had, so I'm totally making all of this up, but I can't imagine that it was a really good experience for poor Qui-Gon. Oh, and questions posed about the last drabble are answered inside that drabble, if you're looking for it.
So, there's that. Happy reading--I'm off to write a few thousand more words before the week starts up again and I get bogged down in homework!