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saddeserthermitWhen Obi-Wan had left, he hadn't even been entirely sure he'd be able to make it back to Tatooine. But instead of giving him trouble, the portal had simply dropped him in the desert, not too far from the Lars homestead itself. It was certainly closer than his last abode had been, which was a tick in the island's favor.
Of course, it meant the trek back had been long and arduous, but it had given him time to reflect. He had come here to watch over Luke and to learn from Qui-Gon, yet his old master's first instructions had guided him elsewhere. The Lars family wanted him even further away from their territory; the local population now left him be, but regarded him with some suspicion.
And then there was the island. And Anakin. It was... a lot.
By the time he had reached his shelter, however, he had made his decision.
And that was why now he was making another, shorter journey. Rooh followed close behind as he stepped unto the causeway. Her young son had not been able to handle the long trip, and now rested sleeping in Obi-Wan's arms, where it was warm. Obi-Wan had brought a blanket, and slung it over Rooh's back as soon as the temperatures shifted.
They could not go to the hotel. He could not ask the kind woman at the front desk to look after his eopies for him. But he had studied some maps of the island during his restless night here, and he knew a place they could be safe, that would still offer him space for contemplation and seclusion.
He found the shack in acceptable levels of disrepair. He set up Rooh's feed bin, first.
This would do. He could only hope he wouldn't regret it.
[[ can be open if you bump into him anywhere along the way. ]]
Of course, it meant the trek back had been long and arduous, but it had given him time to reflect. He had come here to watch over Luke and to learn from Qui-Gon, yet his old master's first instructions had guided him elsewhere. The Lars family wanted him even further away from their territory; the local population now left him be, but regarded him with some suspicion.
And then there was the island. And Anakin. It was... a lot.
By the time he had reached his shelter, however, he had made his decision.
And that was why now he was making another, shorter journey. Rooh followed close behind as he stepped unto the causeway. Her young son had not been able to handle the long trip, and now rested sleeping in Obi-Wan's arms, where it was warm. Obi-Wan had brought a blanket, and slung it over Rooh's back as soon as the temperatures shifted.
They could not go to the hotel. He could not ask the kind woman at the front desk to look after his eopies for him. But he had studied some maps of the island during his restless night here, and he knew a place they could be safe, that would still offer him space for contemplation and seclusion.
He found the shack in acceptable levels of disrepair. He set up Rooh's feed bin, first.
This would do. He could only hope he wouldn't regret it.
[[ can be open if you bump into him anywhere along the way. ]]
