I'm terribly sorry for taking so long to update. I was sick for a while (still have some cough left, but I'm back on my feet for the most part!) but now that summer has come around, I'll be relatively better with time! (But now that I think of it, my laptop is still dead, so...*sighs*)

Enjoy!

Indigo

To Ahsoka Tano, indigo was the unusual color that wasn't always made public or seen too often. She only ever saw indigo in the beads of certain Padawans, in the robes of certain masters, and in the sky as night would fall. She saw indigo in patches of wild flowers or poisonous berries on exotic planets. She saw indigo being mixed in with some drinks in one of the many nightclubs of Coruscant. She saw indigo being dabbled with in paint. She saw indigo only in certain forms of representation. It was just a color.

xXx

Ahsoka didn't always see Master Plo, but when she did, she always tried to make the most of it. After all, Master Plo was usually busy - and being the Padawans of Anakin Skywalker wasn't exactly relaxing, either. Both were always busy over something - and it saddened Ahsoka greatly. After all, he had brought her to the Temple...

So when she saw Master Plo in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Ahsoka stopped short and walked in. She tried to walk in as quietly as she could, in hopes that maybe she could startle the man - but before she could, the Kel Dorian said calmly, "Koh-toh-yah, little 'Soka."

Ahsoka stopped in her tracks, a sheepish smile already forming over her lips as she greeted, "Koh-toh-yah, Master Plo. And here I was, thinking that I could surprise you."

"Your presence is a hard one to ignore, young one," the master responded, turning around. Ahsoka grinned, folding her arms in front of herself. "So I've been told," she replied airily. She looked around the man, asking, "Are you working on something?"

"No," Master Plo responded. He knelt down by a bush, which had clusters of indigo flowers with yellow flecks of pollen speckled around the petals. "However, I have been looking over these plants - I remember someone saying they've just grown. Quite beautiful, aren't they?" he asked, looking around at Ahsoka once more.

Curious, the girl knelt besides Master Plo. She gently reached for one of the flowers, fingering the delicate petal. After a moment, she pulled away and looked down, surprised to see a pretty, indigo smudge of color left on her fingers. It looked nice against her sunset-colored skin, albeit unusual. Ahsoka made a mental note of that.

"It is," Ahsoka agreed quietly, putting her hands on her lap. "A bit odd, though. I don't think I've seen these types of flowers before, either." She looked up at Master Plo. "Do you know what these are called? I would like to know."

The man took his time to answer. Then, also brushing aside the flowers, he replied quite deliberately, "I do not know what these flowers are called either, little 'Soka. Only that they are incredibly special."

He looked over his shoulder to face Ahsoka. "You called them odd - why do you say that?"

Ahsoka shrugged her shoulders. "They don't look entirely like the other flowers," she responded. To prove her point, she gestured at the other great plants placed around the room. All around, there were white flowers - pink - blue - red - all in neat, nice groups. This indigo bunch of flowers was the only one in the room, and it simply stuck out too much.

Master Plo laughed. "You'd be surprised to know how the best things in life are usually incredibly different and unique from the typical and predictable," he replied, standing back up on his feet. "Just look at the other flowers - they may be the same colors, but they're also slightly different textures and sizes and shapes. These flowers..." He pointed at the indigo flowers. "They're just more different in color. It makes them better that way. Much more special."

Ahsoka smiled dryly. "Always teaching, Master Plo," she murmured.

"How could I not? These flowers are quite lovely, after all."

Ahsoka knew the man wasn't just speaking about flowers. She smiled - more to herself than to him - and reached over to the flowers again. "They are different," she said fondly, "but that's the best part about them, I suppose."

"Yes, little 'Soka."

Ahsoka looked around the room. After a pause, she said, "These flowers look so isolated. We should push them out where more people could see them." With that, she gently nudged the large pot of the flowers towards the other flowers.

xXx

Ahsoka couldn't help but to keep swinging by the Room of a Thousand Fountains after that encounter with Master Plo. She especially looked over the indigo flowers, which flourished underneath the lights. Ahsoka always volunteered to water them - and eventually, the indigo flowers became the center of attraction for many younglings.

"They look different," Ahsoka heard one say to a master. "But different good."

Ahsoka couldn't help but to smile at that.

xXx

Indigo, Ahsoka decided, was the color of uniqueness and she cherished every bit of it from that moment on.

A/N - I may or may not be sobbing over a fan playlist for The Flash, which is officially a new obsession of mine. (Darn it - when I was a kid, I swore to myself I wouldn't fall in love with superheroes. That backfired on me badly.)

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