LUKE HAD TRIED, on several occasions, to imagine a young obi wan; he pictures a youthful jedi with sparkling eyes and all, complimented neatly by the composure with which luke knew him to carry. he pictures him alongside fellow jedi– they are faceless, largely, being that old ben kenobi was the only one he had ever met– but now there is another that stands before him, a real one. almost immediately luke pieces the image together– his imagined, fledgling obi wan, and the jedi with him now, claiming his acquaintance. it seems to fit, easily.
he has so many questions– questions he is scarcely managing to contain. the other must sense it, despite the calm of his demeanor; blue, childish eyes are wide, in a state of apprehension and wonder, waiting for an opportune moment to voice his inquiries. there is a BUZZ in the air.
❛ – where are you staying? i– are you looking for anyone in particular? i know the planet inside and out– i could, well– assuming we avoid stormtroopers, i could take you just about anywhere! not that there’s much to see. ❜ his nose wrinkles for a moment. ❛ it’s just tatooine. ❜
“I can’t say I’ve thought much about it yet. The Force provides, after all. I can’t say that I’ve ever been here before, although,” his foot shifts across the sand and he can’t help a faint smile, “It does not seem overly dissimilar in terms of terrain to my own home. It feels somewhat good to be back on sand again, although few would ever say that.”
It’s sentimental perhaps, that he misses the sands of Jedha, no matter how many times they had inwardly cursed it, or the sandstorms that were often a part of the local weather. It didn’t change the fact that there was just something familiar about it, and now that Jedha was gone, he did hope to cling on to whatever parts of it he could in his heart.
And stormtroopers. Of course the Empire would be out here as well. Not that he imagined he’d ever truly escape them.
