Chapter 3 of Padawan Royalty

She reached for the hood, but the figure grabed her wrists freezing... Ahsoka led out a soft purr as a odd sensation went out throughtout her body . She froze. She felt as if she knew these hands. They knew her. Like they were familiar. She reached for the figures ribs.. after wrestling free of the tight grip. She did a little dance with her fingers there, to tickle the man. His warm hands seemed to smile to her, as they grasped her shoulder in a soft embrace. Before cradling her chin and cheeks.

"Who are you?" The figure seemed to become mute. And remove his hands.
"Thats for me to know and for you to find out."
"Who are you? Jedi? Sith?"

The figure seemed to hide something in his voice. His voice seemed to miss a much belonging accent. The bland was sooo bland, but it drew her. Ahsoka began to match and seek names and faces. She treid to recall whose hands and voice that was.