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@kylie-wingfeather

Ha! I love the tapestry idea! Mind if I give it a try?

@winter_rose

Ah, yes, I remember that scene. 😂

I love it, LOL!

AHSOKA TANO

I creep along behind the cluster of humans and their large beast, keeping my footsteps soft and hoping that they won’t hear and will stay busy talking. By their conversation I learn that I am about their ages. Good. I glance at the colorful tapestries hung on the gilded walls; most are of men/creatures fighting great beasts. But one (1.) shows a man wearing a lavender dressing gown and smoking a large pip reclining behind a desk with his long legs perched up on it. Odd. Another (2.) shows a lone girl with long black braids standing among a great barren landscape with several small huts in the distance. And then, a large, rectangular pattern (3.) catches my eye and I stop in my tracks. It shows two blue blades clashing against a fiery background, the two silhouettes perched high above a roaring river of bubbling lava. I put a finger on the face of one of the characters. Is that? And the other, is that??

I shake my head, my Padawan braids tingling against my montrals. It can’t be; the picture is too discreet to tell anyway, and how would something like that end up here? And I have a mission to carry out. I turn my back on it and move forward again. But, suddenly, I hear a loud cry: “Expelliarmus!”

My lightsabers drop to the floor, and immediately I draw them back again with a grunt. Force users!

“Impedimenta!”

My head is suddenly cloudy and I can’t think; then I push back and grit my teeth. Petty mind-tricks. I twirl my green blades so that one is held diagonally in front of me, and the other pointed behind my back. Just at that moment, however, one of the group — a boy — steps between me and the others.

“Wait, wait! You attacked us when we first met, and we turned out to be fine, right? Let’s give her a chance,” he says to humans. Then he turns to me.

“I’m Janner Wingfeather. What’s your name?”

I straighten my back and clip my lightsabers onto my belt and raise my brow. “Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano. May I ask who you are and where I am? Is this the Citadel?” Then I turn to the three in the group who wield little sticks. “Where did you learn to use the force?” I ask sternly. “Dooku?”

It seems that everyone who isn’t a Jedi or a Sith, but uses a lightsaber or the force, was trained by Count Dooku. These don’t seem like users of the Dark Side, but one can never be too sure. I just have no idea what I will do if they are practicing the Dark Side. May the Force be with me, because I’ll need it!

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(1.) Sherlock Holmes. 

(2.) Esther Hautzig, “The Endless Steppe.”

(3.) Anakin dueling Obi-Wan, “The Revenge of the Sith.”