Meeting Tahl
"Child, come back here!" Qui-Gon ran after Obi-Wan, who was racing down the halls of the Temple's housing quarters. Passing Knights and Masters gave the pair looks of disdain as Qui-Gon chased the eleven-month-old youngling, but Qui-Gon ignored them. They were bonding. That's what he told people who asked what they were doing. 'Bonding' he said. Suddenly, Obi-Wan was swept off his feet in a rustle of robes and happy laughter.
"Hello, little one. Where'd you come from?" Master Tahl Uvain asked the bright-eyed youngling in her arms.
"That one's mine, Tahl." Qui-Gon slowed to a stop in front of his friend. He held out his arms to take Obi-Wan from her, but Tahl cuddled him closer.
"Uh, uh. Not just yet. I like this one. What's his name?" she asked, stroking Obi-Wan's hair.
"This is Obi-Wan. He's almost a year old, and he's a rascal, as I'm sure you can tell." Qui-Gon said.
Tahl looked down at Obi-Wan. "A rascal? I never would've guessed." she teased, tousling his hair playfully. Obi-Wan giggled. "I have to go. Do you want to come over for dinner? You can bring lil' Obi with you." Tahl bounced him on her hip then handed him back to Qui-Gon.
"Sure." Qui-Gon agreed as he settled Obi onto his own hip.
"Okay, sounds good. See you then." Tahl disappeared around the corner.