#jedimastertahl

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How often do you wash your tunic?

Usually when the women in my life (or Obi-Wan) tell me that it's time for laundry.

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Ellyn, Tahl. Tahl, Ellyn.

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If you had a chance to tell Tahl one thing, what would it be?

"When you left this morning, you had slept with the majority of your weight on my left leg and I fell when I stood up to get dressed."

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Mom? What are you doing here so early?

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Sparring Practice

Jedi Archivist and Master Tahl swung her lightsaber in a practice circle. The gold blade vmmmed and vibrated slightly in her hand. It had been some time since she used the Jedi's signature weapon. Longer since she had needed to. But-

She remembered the feeling that brought her back to the world of the living.

As storm is coming.

And every blade may be needed, even that of a librarian. 

Constructed from rancor hide leather and wood from the staff she used to carry, her lightsaber was unadorned except for a bead tassel and crisscrossing leather for a handgrip, and practical, plain even. She preferred it that way.

It fit her hands perfectly. She knew she was a little rusty -years spent dead, then months recovering after being brought back to life- but she hoped her sparring partner would help with that.

Qui-Gon Jinn was an old friend and, secretly, the love of her life. Thier feelings for eachother were confessed shortly before she died. Her death almost drove him to the Dark Side, so great was his grief. But now, by a miracle of the Force, they were together agian.

It warmed her heart, the thought of him and his blue eyes and deliberate, gentle manner. Tahl loved him- with all her heart, soul, mind, being, and every fiber of her self she loved him.

And he felt the same. 

Smiling slightly, she made another swing with her blade, warming up before they would begin.

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masterquigon asked: Tahl, about the other day I...I acted badly. *he takes her hand* Forgive me.

My dearest Qui-Gon. -takes his hand as well- You acted out of concern for myself, Obi-wan and young Scout. I know you did not mean to snap. I took no offense. 

Well. Not much offense, anyways. -dry chuckle; sits next to and leans into him, offering silent comfort-

~*~

*He kisses her temple and rests his head against hers, lost in thought, but at least not alone*

*Minutes pass*

*His hand wraps around hers*

I am glad you're here.

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Good morning. -smiles- I am Jedi Master Tahl, Archivist of the Order. Welcome to the Archives.

-takes in his appearance-

-slight eyebrow quirk; smile widens-

You are?

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Qui-Gon. Do you have a moment?

For you...

I can spare some time.

*he smiles*