#aayla.threads

Aayla needed a couple of things from the a few of the different shops. The camp she had set p for herself out in the forest had almost everything she needed. She had fresh water, food, and most importantly, peace. She needed time to herself, time away. More than anything, time to think. 

When she got to the market, she began to mentally go over her list of things she intended to get. For starters, she needed a new cloak. Aayla began to walk over toward the outfitter’s shop. She wasn’t paying an attention to her surroundings. The passage of events, those being the Purge, the destruction of the order, the fall of the republic and others were clouding her mind. She was trying to concentrate on the present. It wasn’t working however. 

Aayla looked up just in time to bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying any attention, are you alright?”

Aayla felt a familiar presence near her. She felt a jolt of excitement. Ever since she found herself on this hot rock calling itself a planet, she had felt lost and alone. Not scared per say, but anxious. She couldn’t remember anything. The last thing she could think of was Felucia. Her troopers. 

Oh damn, she thought, where are my men?

Aayla, turned toward the market place, and began walking toward the masses of people milling about. As she walked passed the different stalls and vendors, she remembered how hungry she was. She stopped to buy a couple of deep fried nuna legs and she scarfed them down. She stopped to wipe the grease from her lips and continued on. 

Aayla looked at every face she passed, her mind was clouded with anxiety and exhaustion. Then she saw him. 

“Obi wan!” she called out. “Master Kenobi!,” 

She reached him after elbowing her way past a couple very rude Weequays and touched his shoulder to get his attention.

Aayla sat in the room she had rented, in the same spot since she arrived. Meditating, i the center of the floor, her lightsaber lay next to her left boot. She was confused, and felt lost, but knew that the force would guide her. There was a reason she was here, on this rock. 

She sat, searching, listening. Aayla inhaled deeply and then exhaled. She was trying to find a familiar presence through the force. 

Obi Wan, She said to herself. She felt him. He was here. She stood up, and grabbed her lightsaber and walked out the door into the blinding sunlight. Aayla began to walk toward the market, believing this was her best bet, without being able to focus on him through the force at the moment, with there being so many other strong signatures, and with her so out of practice..

Aayla stopped when she got to the market. She saw him and she smiled, seeing his brown and tattered robes, and his flowing hair. 

Aayla walked up to him and gentle touched his elbow, “Hello, Master Kenobi,”

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