Giving In...

[master_obiwan]

Okay, fine. Everyone else did this and I said I wouldn't but I'm being driven to distraction by the pup. So, without futher ado...

Claim an Obi-Wan. You know you want to. Pairings optional.

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Bantling

[master_obiwan]

Sorry it took me so long. We were arguing over what to write about ;)

There was a new infant in the crèche and all the young Initiates were very curious. The Masters that looked after them kept shooing them away, because the new baby was still adjusting. Three-year-old Obi-Wan didn’t know what the grown-up words meant, but he could tell that they didn’t want her to be scared by all the curious little beings that wanted to poke her.

Some other grown-up words they used when the group had been told about the new arrival was that she was a Mon Calamarian. Obi-Wan had never seen a Mon Calamarian before.

“Oh, dey has weally huge heads, like dis!” one boy, a human named Bruck Chun, told his friends really loudly, demonstrating with his hands held out a foot away from his ears. “And dey has eyes like dis!” He curled his thumbs and forefingers into circles and placed them on his temples. His classmates had laughed.

Obi-Wan didn’t. He didn’t believe Bruck, and wanted to see one for himself.

One night, a few days after Bruck’s lesson on Mon Calamari physiology, Obi-Wan pretended to fall asleep. Once the Masters had made their final rounds, he very carefully peeked around. Once he was sure it was clear, he crept from his bed and tiptoed to the nursery where the new baby was located.

He opened the door cautiously, not wanting to wake up the Masters or, worse, the baby. As he stepped into the room, he was startled to find the room was very, very wet and tasted like salt. He edged up to the crib and climbed the side. He leaned over the railing and gazed down at the peaceful, sleeping face of a very young Mon Calamarian girl.

He didn’t know what Bruck was talking about. Her head wasn’t that big. And her eyes were perfect. Honestly, didn’t Bruck know anything?

Obi-Wan gasped as the firm grip of one of the Masters picked him up. He had been caught! He guessed he wasn’t so quiet after all. He looked up sheepishly into the crèche-Master’s face. She gave him a kindly look, and shifted him onto her hip. Then she moved closer to the side of the crib so they could both watch the sleeping baby.

“Her name is Bant, Obi-Wan. And she needs to be in this special room so she can be comfy. It’s very wet where she comes from and the water has a lot of salt in it.” The Master whispered to Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan nodded, still staring at Bant. “Like da ocean, right, Master?” he whispered back.

“Yes, exactly. This is why we don’t want you children to come in here all the time. Not yet, anyway.”

Obi-Wan nodded again. He let out another gasp as the tiny eyes blinked open and Bant’s gaze met Obi-Wan’s. Instead of crying out, the newest Temple youngling gurgled happily, blinking up at the boy in the arms of the crèche-Master.

“I think she likes you, young one,” the Master said, tapping Obi-Wan on the nose. The young boy smiled, pleased with that pronouncement. “But enough. It’s time for you to go to bed. For real this time, okay?”

Obi-Wan blushed, and hung his head once more in shame.

The Master carried him back to his bed and tucked him in. “No more night-time adventures, young Obi-Wan. If you can be a good boy all week, then maybe we can let you have a proper visit with little Bant, okay?”

Obi-Wan nodded enthusiastically.

“Good. Now, get some sleep.” With a final pat on the head for Obi-Wan the Master went back to her nightly duties.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and settled in for sleep. He vowed he’d be the best boy ever over the next few days; he had made a new friend tonight and he wanted to get to know her before anybody!