Amuri - ❤ OC’s first time working with a force-sensitive
A/N: I cheated because the first time Amuri works with a Force-sensitive is boring (Tormen in Chapter 3) and I don’t really have anything else along those lines outlined for her since her story only really intersects with Ayrs. Hope you don’t mind that I went with a different character!
“I must warn you that Amitia is not exactly herself. She’s been waiting for you all week, and I think the anticipation is getting to her.” Leila Ajad-Khoury had learned long ago that her daughter was a handful, but this week had been something else entirely. It felt as though her worry lines had worry lines. “She’s just very very excited.”
Elias, walking next to her, smiled as he took her hand in his. “What my wife is trying to say is that our daughter may not exhibit the traditional Jedi calm, but it’s a special occasion for her.”
Their Jedi companion’s green eyes twinkled as she smiled. “Yes, I can imagine how exciting it must be for a young girl to learn that she may have a connection to the Force.”
“It’s a bit more than that.” Elias’ face revealed nothing, but Yuon could detect his amusement nonetheless. “She’s always been a big fan of the program ‘Zeena, Jedi Warrior Princess’, so this is something of a dream for her.”
“Well, I can’t deny that the show is quite entertaining.” The Jedi Master paused as she contemplated her next words. “But it also ignores the many sacrifices that must be made. Both by the Jedi and their family.” She stole a glance at each of the parents in turn, to gauge their reaction. Both wore solemn expressions.
“I realize that she will have to…live with the Order. We understand, I mean.” This time, it was Leila’s turn to squeeze his hand. “I’m not sure if Amitia fully understands, though.”
Yuon frowned. The Jedi policy of distancing padawans from their families made sense from an orthodox viewpoint of how the Order should be run, but it was not one she agreed with. “We can discuss that together. I’m sure arrangements can be made.”
“That would be good,” Leila agreed. “In any ca-”
Before she could finish her sentence, the doors to the apartment building flew open, revealing a small, solitary, figure wearing ill-fitting brown robes and holding a stick crudely painted to look like a lightsaber.
“Stop right there!” Called the figure. “This is a Jedi place, you can’t come in unless you are a good guy.”
“Oh my,” Yuon replied, doing her best to feign being taken aback. “I like to think I am a good guy.”
The girl’s brown eyes narrowed into slits. “If you’re a Jedi you’re supposed to be a good guy. That’s why I’m gonna be a Jedi too.”
“That sounds like a good plan to me,” Yuon agreed with a smile. “You must be Amitia, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Are you going to teach me to be a Jedi? I want you to be my teacher, you seem nice.” The girl lowered her stick, apparently having decided Yuon was no longer a threat. “That would be really good and fun.”
“Well, I’m not sure about who would be your teacher.” Amitia frowned at that. “But we can talk about that and lots of other things inside, how about that?”
“Yaaaaay! Samir and I made cupcakes for you too!”
“Oh did you?” Elias glared at his daughter. “I must have forgotten when I told you that you could use the oven.”
“Clearly she used a Jedi mind trick on you,” Yuon mused. “Perhaps a topic for another time.”
“Let go!” Amitia had somehow managed to sneak up on them without them noticing and was grabbing at their hands, trying to usher them toward the door. “I even packed all my stuff already.”
Leila sighed. “Even your Zeena action figure.”
“Of course I did.” Amitia huffed and rolled her eyes, outraged at the implication of her mother’s question. She turned her attention back to the Jedi. “Wanna watch Zeena with me? It’s gonna be on soon.”
“Of course,” Yuon replied with a smile, finally letting the girl grip her hand and pull her forward. “Lead the way.”
