#Padawan Healer Veadu Ryet

[looseleafteeaves]

Balance-Week 2 of Jedi June

This is part of the Desert Speaker Universe, which doesn't currently have a ton out. Remeber that most of my universes have multiple jedi who survive, and that Luke never has to rebuild the jedi alone. Just know that it is a minor scene in that world.

Ben Kenobi has been gone for almost 3 days when the figure begins to approach. The figure was wrapped in deep brown robes, and the hooded cloak shaded they're face.

Ome opened the door, and took a seat on the stoop, walking stick laid beside them.

The figure paused, shuffling around 30 steps away.

"I have heard of a... Ben Kenobi who lives here?" The voice is older than Ome would have expected, but still not as old as Marrat Kenobi.

Ome tilts their head, bird-like. "I live here."

The figure winces, before gently lowering the hood, the sunset of of Tatooine painting green skin with a golden tinge. "Then may I ask for shelter tonight so I may travel further into the Jundland Wastes to seek him out? I haven't any other options, traversing from Mos Eisley took the majority of these past two days."

Ome plants their walking staff, turned slightly so the sunny yellow and deep blue kyber crystals dangling from the wrapping are visible. "What is your name, Wanderer? I will grant you one night's shelter."

As Ome rises to thier feet, they watch the firgure with steady eyes.

The figure's interlocking circular tattoos rippled as he tried to control his expression of mixed hope and dread. "Jimyali Aneti. Thank you, Dweller of This Place, for granting me shelter."

Ome turns and gestures Jimyali ahead of them. "You may hand your cloak on one of the knobs by the door, and please put your shoes on the rack. We are hoping to minimize the amount of sand that makes it into the house."

Jimyali pauses as he reaches to remove the cloak, watching carefully as he turns, revealing a lightsaber hilt. Ome smiles, and welcomes him in.

As Jimyali begin to settle into the living area, Ome carefully braces a tea set on their hip as they step back into the living, three teacups set out. With his eyes watching her, Ome begins to measure out several servings of a Mirialan gold tea blend.

"While the water heats, and this tea steeps, we can talk. Marrat should be back by then."

Jimyali, with trembling lips and fingers, nods. "Would you- would you like me to see if I can heal more of whatever injury is causing you to struggle?"

Ome looks at him, a soft smile growing. "Let me be a fair host before you try to repay me, however, in the morning I would not say no to you taking a look."

Jimyali gives a fragile grin, and Ome wanders towards the door, opening it just as thier Marrat stepped onto the stoop.

"Hello, Marrat. We have a guest who has wondered a long time to see you."

Ben Kenobi freezes in the midst of his motions to pull of his boots.

"Marrat, the guest has asked for shelter, and I have granted it. He will not cause you harm."

Ben breathes out and finishes removing his sandy boots. Ome wanders back into the living room, and begins to serve the tea.

Jimyali jerks as Ben Kenobi walks in.

"Master Kenobi! You- You are- I finally found-" He begins to silently cry. "I am not the last of us. My padawan will not bear the burden of reviving us."

Ben Kenobi's own eyes spill over with tears. "Master Healer Aneti... I was so sure I was one of the last. So many lights have been swallowed by the Dark. I was sure that there would be none left."

Jimyali reaches out and drags Ben towards him, embracing him with shaking arms and a joyful force. "I am so glad to have found you. Veadu- I must call for him. He is in Mos Eisley, hiding. He can-"

Ben Kenobi continues to weep, and Jimyali makes the call.

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Master Healer Jimyali and Padawan Healer Veadu remain in the small dwelling place for almost 3 weeks. Healer Jimyali is able to heal and improve the function of Omi's leg, and even is able to reduce the scar tissue where their slave chip blew. Omi is quite happy that he was able to do that much.

Veadu and Omi have long conversations, sharing what thier padawanships have been like.

"Padawans, please come join us."

Siting in the lotus postion in the small underground room, are Jimyali and Ben.

"We are in a time of great darkness..." begins Ben- no, begins Obi-wan.

"But as always, we stand as bastions of light." Continues Jimyali.

"We must balance ourselves against this new age of horror and fear."

"Against the workings that destroyed our people."

"The rage and fear and helplessness that remains inside us is not wrong."

"But it is not useful either."

"So now, we invite you to partake in our celebration of light. We are few, we are hidden, and we are light."

"Open your hearts and let the Force take the infection from our souls, lancing our wounds, and allowing our community to heal."

"Together, we find our new balance."

"Together, we make our new balance."

"Let us meditate on the years ahead."

And if Ben and Omi both dream of a day in the future when the caves of Tatooine are filled with the ringing of the light side of the force, they keep silent.

And if Jimyali and Veadu dream of the days when they are able to openly heal and help people once more, they keep silent.

After all, that day is not today. And the future is always in motion. Nothing you see is guaranteed. But the hope those images inspire... That is something they had need of.

The Force Provides.

Balance will come.