Aug 29, 2016
@liightside
“You must be Luke.” Standing proud in a strangers kitchen, she took a slow sip of blue milk, kindly provided by her wary hosts, as she looked him over. In everything about him she saw Padmé and Anakin, so much so it took her a moment to remember that he was his own, individual person. “The name’s Ahsoka.”
Using her given name, not one of her many, many aliases, she hoped to start with honesty, despite all she had to keep from him for now. Setting the cup aside, she bowed low at the waist, seeming more and more like the Jedi she almost was as her robes swept the sandy floor below. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
