Abril: What is my bantha knowledge you might ask? Absolutely none.

Ben was off in the sands, the grains still toasty with the heat of the day, but the man did not seem to mind as he sat down and did whatever it was he did when he closed his eyes and breathed for hours on end.

Luke had already gone to sleep, which was the one rule for Ben doing Jedi stuff around the Lars homestead. And may his gods have mercy on his soul because Owen wouldn't have any if he caught the old fool showing Force things to the kid, no matter how better they were getting along with each other.

But sitting and breathing was harmless enough –that is of course until things around Ben begin levitating or even himself on some occasions. He was doing none of those things now though.

"Doesn't Ben want to sit inside for a while? The sand hasn't cooled," Beru asked her husband when she was walking towards their home and passed Owen by. She had a box of tools against her hip; she'd just finished tuning one of the vaporators that needed a little cleanup.

"I don't think he cares all that much," he muttered distractedly, picking up some rope and arranging it in a circle around his hand and elbow.

"Oh, that's not good." Owen looked up at his wife's exclamation.

A tiny little bantha was trotting towards Ben's still form. The farmers exchanged a worried look. Banthas were tranquil creatures most of the time, but touch one of their calves and you'd be sure to have a curled horn sticking through your gut, especially when the beasts were wild and not raised within human perimeters. The Lars did not own any banthas. Nor were there any farms of that kind close by.

"I'll go get him," Beru said a little worried, looking around for the calf's mother.

"Wait!" Owen stopped her, for just then they saw the trotting mass of a matriarch approaching.

"Ben!" Beru called when her husband did not let go of her arm. But the creature was already on top of him. She turned around and pressed her face against Owen's chest, terrified to watch the carnage about to unfold.

"Beru- Beru, look," Owen exhaled harshly.

After a hesitating moment she raised her face with trepidation.

Ben still had his eyes closed, the little bantha all over his lap as if it probably didn't wait as much as the man, and the mother… she just stood before him in all her massive glory. It did not attack him.

Beru held her breath as the man raised a weathered hand to pat at the foal and the other reached out towards the huge head before him. The bantha mother nuzzled his hand.

"What the kriff," Owen whizzed out, heart thumping in his mouth. Beside him, Beru laughed delighted and equally weak with relief.

They crept a little closer to the scene, keeping a respectful distance from the creatures for Ben's sake. When they got close enough they began making out the words the Jedi was saying.

"Now darling, don't be worried, nothing's going to happen to your babe. We're all safe here," he muttered sweetly and whatever aggression had been in the creature it began fading away. The big ol' shaggy thing just plopped onto the ground beside Kenobi, and just like its calf before her, snuggled her big head to the man's side. Of course the mother was so much bigger than the calf so her little show of affection had Ben toppling over to his side. He spat out some sand from his mouth and then looked up at where Owen and Beru were huddling against their house.

"It's quite alright if you want to come closer, she won't do anything rash. Will you darling?" He added turning to the big bantha. She mooed loudly as if in agreement.

"Beru!" Owen complained when his wife began approaching Ben and his odd gathering.

"How did you do that?" Slowly she lowered herself until she was kneeling beside Ben, tensing as the mother huffed loudly but Kenobi soothed her with a crease across her rough fur and some whispered words. "I thought for sure we'd have to bury your body before Luke woke up." She still held her hand over her chest and racing heart.

"Well, have some faith in me," Ben chuckled with good humor. "The simple answer is the Force." He shrugged.

"Can…" Beru hesitated, never sure if bringing up anything Jedi related was a wise call, despite having mostly accepted the hermit into their lives. "Can all Force sensitives do that?" She ventured.

"Not all, certainly not if one uses the Dark Side but… most Light Side users can. But everyone has things they're better at, yes? Some Force sensitives are good at manipulating physical objects, others at channeling the force."

"So you have a Force talent for animals?" She asked with a subtle smirk that did not go past Obi-wan.

"I wouldn't say it's a talent, but I am proficient enough I suppose."

"How modest of you," muttered Owen, still keeping a careful distance from them.

The Jedi huffed a little but didn't say anything. Instead, he took Beru's arm, who started slightly at the contact and gently guided it towards the calf's head.

"It's okay," he reassured. Beru was uncertain if the words were directed toward her or the banthas. Her eyes were planted firmly on the mother though as her hand touched the rough tresses of its babe. When the bantha did not react any more than bumping against Kenobi's shoulder for pets, Beru relaxed.

"Well aren't you a darling thing?" She cooed at the calf who sloppily licked at her fingers. She laughed.

"Isn't she just?" The hermit agreed as he dispensed even more pets. After a while of contentment, Ben looked up with a raised eyebrow at Owen. "Are you going to gawk at us for the rest of the sundown? Or are you going to join us like you want to?"

Owen shook his head and grumbled.

"Oh, stop being so difficult Owen!" Beru glared at him and her husband sighed. He shuffled closer to the group and sat down beside his wife and the Jedi.

Ben offered his palm up and the farmer slapped his chubby hand against the other's and rolled his eyes. The hermit did as he'd done with Beru and guided it to the calf's head.

"I really can't with your poodoo magic Kenobi," Owen sighed, petting the bantha, not willing to admit it was nice.

Ben had the nerve to smile at him.

Abril: Heyyyy, so yeah, that was another short little thing. I have one more entry for these one-shots that's on the longer side, but just one more. If anyone has other ideas about these three I could put down to paper, let me know!

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