well, this is a curious situation — the thought circles his mind, hands clutching the withered paper with a gentleness, a silent fear it would fall apart at the touch ( the very reason he hesitated picking it up in the first place, but curiosity won out over caution in the end, it always did with obi-wan. ) the paper practically HUMS within his grasp, calling to him through the force, drawing him in as it did throughout his explorations only moments earlier, a quiet nudge through his defenses that led him to the room of books, rustling through a pile until he found what he was looking for, singing to him from within the pages of one scattered at the bottom. a MAP ... intriguing, and he can make out markings until a conclusion is formed it’s of the planet itself — a planet both parties were still in the dark about. it feels heavier within his hand at the realization of its importance and obi-wan lets out a drawn out breath. ( @fvrmboy )
