peacesought, satine kryze.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐈𝐓, a glimmer of a grin briefly flashing over her at the promise offered. satine makes a mental note to speak to obi-wan about ahsoka, to voice the recognition that even amongst the most talented padawans she’s met, ahsoka is special, wise beyond her years in a way rarely seen. (he should proud of anakin and ahsoka, satine thinks, and briefly she finds herself wishing for the same, for someone to tutor, someone to mentor.)
satine blinks in surprise and the smile that settles on her lips is very nearly shy. “you’re very kind to say so, ahsoka,” she replies softly in response, “i’ll admit, i’m not used to hearing such even from amongst my own people, much less the jedi. i…,” she exhales, brow furrowing as she struggles to choose the right words, “change frightens people, makes them cling to whatever is familiar, whatever makes them feel secure, even if it comes at great cost to others or themselves.”
gaze lifts to the city once more, teeming with life, and she finds herself reminded how fragile this peace is, that its cost was so great as to make her heart ache all these years later. “war is a terrible thing, ahsoka,” gaze drifts back to the padawan once more, eyes soft, “i am sorry that and your peers should have to come of age in it.” something in her expression shifts then, a sudden realization, and she gives a quick shake of her head, “but i apologize, this wasn’t meant to be such a somber evening, was it? i suspect you get enough lessons on morality back at the temple.” observation is punctuated by a quick week, smile turning easy once more. “even the jedi deserve a night off, now and then.”
ahsoka finds her own laugh mixing with satine’s, her mirth almost contagious. though the laugh soon dies, her smile remains. somewhat bashful, a feeling not common for the young padawan. she won’t pretend to be overly versed in the history of mandalore, but she knows enough. both learned during her lessons at the temple and taught by masters skywalker and kenobi. the latter of whose invested interest suddenly makes a lot more sense.
❝ the jedi aren’t an army -- well, they’re not supposed to be. ❞ the war has changed so much. she was always taught that the jedi were people of peace. yes, they had weapons, but they weren’t soldiers. they were only to fight when the balance of the universe was in danger. which it is, she supposes. truly, she doesn’t know much about the war. still a youngling when it broke out, and sent straight into battle. she never questioned her orders, only tried to prove she was capable of them. lips part to speak, but for once she finds she doesn’t really know what to say.
❝ don’t let master windu hear you say that. ❞ but she’s right, a break would be nice. to get her mind away from war and protocols and lessons. tonight wasn’t a night to think about her future. gaze flickers around their surroundings excitedly. luckily no one pays them any mind, for a togruta would surly stick out. suddenly her stomach rumbles, hands flying to it on instinct. wide eyes turn their gaze to the floor, a light laugh falling from her lips. ❝ sorry -- it’s been a while since i last ate. ❞
