#stewjoni language

[sharoscylla]

I need to like sit down and bang out some thoughts and ideas regarding my super basic Stewjoni Name Meanings theories. Like how Obi-Wan is the most common name on Stewjon because Wan is just the localization of (masculine) Jon (and that Ani is the feminine localization of Jon) and that numbered-child names are fairly common as well as cultural hero names (the first Obi-Wan being a saint-figure from a long ass time ago) and that Kenobi is one of the more common surnames that people who are many generations away from having family on Stewjon can have because it began as a title for explorers and wayfarers and eventually became one of those "surnames that's also a job description but since most people end up doing what their parents did for a job, well..." type situations. And "Obi" means "Wander" so the literal translation of OUR Obi-Wan's name is "Wandering Jon, He Who Wanders" and you can't go through a single Stewjoni kindergarten class without running into three Obi-Wans and a Kenobi, so his parents are just, you know. Not terribly creative people.

[jonathananubian]

Olarom Yaim (SWs fanfic)

Summary; Months after the mission to protect Satine, Obi-wan had been having difficulties finding comfort in the temple's serene environment. On top of this he's found all of the food to be suddenly bland and misses the spices he'd gotten used to after his year on Mandalore.

Quinlan Vos devises a plan to sneak them out of the temple in disguises to get his friend the food he craves and the break he deserves.

They were supposed to be undercover, so the Mandalorians in Little Keldabe wouldn't realize they were Jedi, but things take a turn for the strange when the Mandalorians realize that Obi-wan is Stewjoni.

Pairing; None, it’s a Gen fic.

Tags; Stewjoni and Mandalorian Culture, Stewjoni and Mandalorian Language (Sonja and Mando’a), Undercover, Brotherly Affection, Jedi Culture and Traditions, Mandalorian Competency Kink, and Misunderstandings.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37806112/chapters/94394887

Snippet;

Checking his ‘disguise’ in the mirror one more time Obi-wan couldn’t help but fidget with the short jacket over the boat neck collared shirt. The sleeves of both were thankfully long, long enough to cover old scars that he preferred going unnoticed, and the colors were mild. At least… mild for something that Quinlan had chosen. The jacket was a deep night sky blue and the shirt was a warm orange-beige. Apparently it made his blue eyes ‘pop’ more, whatever that meant. It also helped to highlight his reddish hair and the faint freckles dusting his face. The dark brown trousers weren’t loose, but they weren’t form fitting either. Not like his leggings.

Somehow the colors felt comforting to him, although he couldn’t say exactly why. The meaning of them in Mandalorian culture did not escape him, however.

Blue for reliability, although this dark a shade it was closer to integrity, or perhaps honesty. Orange was lust for life but pale like this… it was perseverance. While the dark brown of his pants represented valor.

He wondered if Quinlan had known or if the force had guided his hand…

Turning away from the mirror he slid a blade into the top of his boot and another into the nearly invisible sheath at his wrist that Quin had bought him for his seventeenth birthday.

He made certain that his Master never found out about it. Qui-gon believed that the Force would provide but in his personal experience it always paid to be prepared.

Once he had everything he would need, including his ident stored in a secret pocket just in case, he left the fresher and stood there awkwardly.