Orin was in a mild panic. Jorge had left to go do God only knows what at God only knows where. And he was stuck trying to keep the world of Remnant from falling apart around him. So far he had to kill four sith assassins who somehow wound up here. Three terentateks that he assumed were chasing the assassins. And two literal dragons. (he didn't even want to know where the dragons came from) suffice to say it had been a long day. So he went to his cousin Galmaron before the party.
They were the three musketeers back in their day Jorge, Galmaron, and Orin. Jorge and Galmaron were the oldest but Jorge and Orin were the most powerful.
Orin had just reached Galmaron's front door when the older man opened it for him. "Well hello, Orin" as Orin realized that Galmaron and his wife Jochebed were on their way to the Arc house. The Telmarvaks and the Arcs had long been friends so it wasn't uncommon for them to meet up for a fun little gathering and what is more it was Jaune Arc's first birthday.
Orin quickly set about trying to think of a present for the young Arc. He knowing that the young Arc would be interested in being a hunter one day so he swiftly disassembled his lightsaber and removed one of the six crystals that it contained. Holding it in his hand he used the force to reconfigure that gem into a kaleidoscopic lens. Then he bent and fuzed a ring of metal around it in order to make holding the lens safer. It would be a trinket he could stare into as a child to find amusement. And gaze into as an adult to find nostalgia.
Looking down at his hands Orin smiled. It was an old trick that Jorge taught him. A Kyber crystal when reformed into such a lens made for a fun little Kaleidoscope that doubled as a plasma focusing lens in the event that the boy ever needs a plasma focusing lens. It was undeniably less of an awesome kaleidoscope for a non force sensitive but in the hands of one, it also could show force signatures through walls. (a quality that he accidentally discovered when Nanamba used one to see more of him and Naverande than she ever wanted to.)
"A force lense, I haven't seen one of those in years," Galmaron said. He was right of course. Orin hadn't made one of these since Nanaba and Naverande were taken from him. They hadn't died. No, he had died and then Jorge brought him back. One of the side effects of which was that he no longer aged. He was doomed to be twenty-three years old until the end of days. Some would see it as a blessing. But to him and to anyone else who was afflicted in such a way knew it was, in fact, a curse. He was not only forced to spend eternity as a twenty-three-year-old man but he was also never to seek out his first love and apprentice. I must maintain the sanctity of death whenever I can. He had said. Not that Orin believed him. He was being punished he knew it. Darth Orain had done terrible things to the galaxy. And his self-sacrificing death to destroy Abas Boor and his fleet did not atone in full for the things he had done.
Shrugging off the crestfallen appearance he had was no doubt stretched over his features he turned to Galmaron and said "yes it has been a while, however, I believe this to be a good reason to make another one. We had better get moving or we will be late."
The Arc house was a mess. But it was a familial mess so neither Romerean or Isabao minded too much. Catherine was leading her sisters as one mass to fix all the decorations. Catherine actually had Romee strapped to her back as she worked. The little girl was such a leader. Isabao was about to tell Catherine that Romee needed to take a nap when Jaune started to squirm in her arms. It wasn't often that he WANTED to be out down so Isabao chose to oblige him. As soon as he was on the floor he began to wiggle around like a confused earthworm. It was apparent that he was trying to reach the front door and as soon as Isabao had that thought there was a knock on the door. Striding over to the door she opened it and in the doorway stood Jochebed, Galmaron, and Orin. with a smile, she let them all in.
"Where would you like us to leave the gifts?" asked Galmaron. A large wrapped package in his arms and a smile on his face.
She thought for a moment before she pointed to the kitchen table and said. "Just over there will be fine, thank you."
Orin stepped in last and said. "I actually need to go but I came by to wish the lad a happy birthday and to give him this." holding out the lens he said. "I made it big enough that he can't put it in his mouth but when he gets older he may enjoy staring into the lens and letting the stress of his work roll off of him. I know that I certainly have."
Stooping down Orin handed the lens to the young child who immediately began to try and stick it in his mouth. With an amused laugh, Orin turned and said his goodbyes. He had no way of knowing the can of worms he had just opened in Remnant.