About a standard hour later
"You're leaving, Master Wang?" Arya asked.
"Yes. I have recovered enough to be able to travel to the city," Jedova explained. Arya nodded, smothering her chagrin this time. She would have wanted to hear more about Jedi and the rest of the galaxy.
"Why don't you spend the last night here before you leave? Regemo told that you could come for a dinner with me to Arya's family's place," Seer Ni'Dea said.
"Really?" Jedova asked. He had stayed quite far away from other Veledosians than Arya and the Seer who had voluntarily spent time with him. "What about the Steppe fever epidemic?"
"Three have gotten ill. Alinja takes care of them," Seer told.
"Come on, Master Wang! Just this time!" Arya begged.
"Well... All right. Just this time," Jedova gave in. This could very well be the last time he would be in the village of the Lianoros tribe.
The door was knocked by someone.
"Arizana! Are you coming?" shouted the voice behind the door.
"Coming, Miriel!" Arya shouted back and nodded to Jedova before leaving. "See you later!"
"She's so full of energy," Seer Ni'Dea said quietly to herself.
"Have you spoken with Arya's father about her?" Jedova asked.
"I have. Regemo said that he will think about it. That's why I asked you to come for dinner with us. He is going to tell whether he'll let Arya join your Order or not then," Ni'Dea answered.
"What about Arya? Are you sure that she wants to leave?" Jedova asked.
"She doesn't talk about something like that to me or the rest of her family, but I have heard what she has been saying to her friends," Ni'Dea told with a small smile on her lips. "I don't know about that Cerean you mentioned, but at least Arya will be glad to go on the Jedi path if it just is possible."
Jedova nodded as they stepped out of the temple of the Lianoros tribe's village. He had stayed still for the previous day and recollected his strength. He could not have been happier to get back on his feet this soon. Many Lianorosians jumped as they saw the Jedi Master; even though the firm respect towards Jedi had somehow stayed amongst them all these years of isolation, many of them were afraid of this Jedi Master who towered over all of them with his straight posture.
"Hey, be careful, will you?" came a girl's shout.
"Calm down, nothing's wrong!" said a boy's voice.
"But Arizana has wounds already! Stop now!" the same girl shouted.
"I'm fine! Hey Dar, look out, 'cause here I come!" Arya's voice shouted back.
Jedova and Ni'Dea looked at the direction of the hullabaloo, one understanding the shouting, the other not understanding a single word of it. Arya, with a grin on her face, was wrestling with one of her peers. Ni'Dea sighed and shook her head, amused.
"Whereas the other girls stay away from the boys' hustle, Arya doesn't mind the harsh going. She sure has become like her eldest brother, Arak. Although I think Arak was even worse in her age. Or maybe it just felt like it because he was Shada and Regemo's first," she noted, keeping her smile despite of the grief. "Many times, Shada noted that sometimes she thinks that all of her children are boys."
"What do you mean by that?" Jedova asked.
"Just look at the shape Arya has already gotten herself to! She didn't leave with Miriel that long ago, did she?" Ni'Dea laughed, gesturing towards the girl who had already gotten herself quite dusty. Arya seemed to have even two wounds too, but she did not let them hinder her.
"It's difficult to believe that Tureq is the brother of hers and Arak's," Ni'Dea shook her head. "Well at least one of those fools is a calm one. I wonder what Gamu will become..."
Jedova did not say anything. He did not know family life since he had been taken to Jedi training soon after he had been born, or so he had been told once he had been old enough to understand; his mother had given him over to Coruscanti medics who had, by the information of his Force sensitivity written in his medical records, given him to the Jedi Order after this his mother had just disappeared. Everyone believed she had died and Jedova had no reason to think otherwise. He did not know his parents, family or what such an ordinary life would have been, and that was it. It could never be changed.
Jedova knew that Arya would lose all this if she left, and he did not want to tear the girl away from her own life. The world outside of this small Lianorosian village was massive and completely different from this idyllic place to which many generations of Veledosians had already been born during the recent few centuries. The Force was strong yet fresh in its strength in this village and its inhabitants unlike many other settlements that had existed for longer.
"Hello there," said a low male voice next to Ni'Dea. The voice had a peculiar accent and the words were spoken slowly, as if saying them was difficult. Both Ni'Dea and Jedova turned to look at the talker. There was a quite tired-looking man seemingly older than Ni'Dea. His longish, maroon hair looked poorly cared for.
"Regemo," Ni'Dea greeted her brother-in-law with a nod. Regemo looked at Jedova steadily but at the same time carefully; he was not used to talking to someone who was taller than him even though Arak had grown taller than him. Nevertheless, Jedova was a person completely unknown to him. An outsider. Jedova greeted the Veledosian man with a neutral nod.
"Nice to meet you, Jedi Master," Regemo said with the same slow pace; he had never during his nearly 300 years used Basic since those days when late Seer Xa-Dor had taught it to him back when he had been a mere child.
"Nice to meet you, Regemo," Jedova replied calmly, not showing that he was unnerved by the awkward discussion. Regemo turned to look at Ni'Dea.
"Have you already decided?" Ni'Dea asked.
Regemo nodded and looked at Jedova. "If Arya wants to leave with you, she may go."
"I thought that you weren't supposed to tell it before the evening," Ni'Dea noted.
"I already thought enough. There will come the time when we face the outside world, so why push that moment farther to the future when we can accept it now?" Regemo said, turned to Ni'Dea and muttered in Veledosian, "Besides, Tureq has been talking about going to the outside world after he has grown up and I really wouldn't like to let him go there without anyone he knows out there."
"I see," Ni'Dea said in Basic as Regemo straightened himself back to the slightly bent posture typical to the Veledosians.
"Arya! Cheere me hengrako! Plaaru!" Arya! Get here right now! Drat! came a shout.
"Palako korako, Arak!" Coming, Arak! Arya shouted back.
"Mirichi tikira puraku noicha? Amichio lira!" Didn't I tell you to not get yourself dirty? I can't believe this! the same shouter answered.
"Plerenne hakiko: etse merip kooren." One reason: She's impossible, Regemo noted. Ni'Dea shot a strict look at him without Jedova noticing it. She did not like the way Regemo was giving up on his daughter.
At the same time, some Veledosians ventured to talk with the Jedi Master. Many asked about the outside world and Jedova did his best to explain neutrally and truthfully about the world outside of their village to the people who understood Basic more or less.
"Regemo's example seems to have given some others the will to gather their courage and come to have a chat," Ni'Dea noted to Jedova, smiling.
"Paaren! Amichia lira!" Dad! You won't believe this! came a shout.
"Arak lost his temper. Got to go," Regemo noted and left with quite swift steps to the direction the shout had come from.
"Can't Tureq help him?" Ni'Dea shouted after him. Regemo swung his hand in a negative manner. Many Lianorosians looked after him and soon the people started to return back to their own chores.
"Right after Regemo left, everyone else left," Jedova noted, puzzled.
"The groupthink of the tribe," Ni'Dea said, shrugging. "Come, let's see whether Arak has smashed the kitchen or not."
"Are you sure it's... appropriate?" Jedova asked carefully.
"Trust me, it is! We're talking about my sister's family now," Ni'Dea noted, giving a laugh, and patted the Jedi Master to his shoulder. "You're shying for nothing!"
Jedova did not really like that choice of words, but he let it be and followed the Tribe Seer. It would only be a new experience to him, he told himself. He could return to the Jedi Temple one experience richer. Or actually quite many experiences richer, Jedova remembered. A lot had happened on the way, after all.
/Author's note: Star Wars (c) Lucasfilm, any characters you cannot find on Wookieepedia, Veledos, Veledosians and their language (c) Me/
