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(Crossposted from Theatrical Muse)
The oddest gift I ever got, I think, actually came in two parts, separated by at least 20 years. When I was a young knight, I was sent to an icy world named Kanerfalk to help the colonists there install a weather control system. It was hard, physical labor, and the end of each day would leave us all exhausted and soaked in icy water that resulted from the construction. It wasn’t too long before the clothing and boots that I had brought with me were pretty much destroyed.
The generous inhabitants provided me with an entire new wardrobe, each piece designed to be quite practical in an environment as harsh as this one. A Jedi can usually regulate his own body temperature to match any conditions, but it takes energy and concentration that I didn’t want to spare right then. But the most unique piece among the sturdy work-a-day garments was a pair of slippers. Nothing spectacular - but they kept my feet warm and helped them stay warm, even in that Force-forsaken place. They were sturdy leather tanned with the fur still on, and lined in some of the softest fleece I’ve ever seen.
They also made my already oversized feet look like small badgers gone for a stroll.
I took the clothing back to Coruscant with me and put most of it into the Temple wardrobes for other Jedi to use if they had need. But the slippers I kept and put carefully away in a storage closet, then promptly forgot about them.
Twenty years later, Obi-Wan found them late one night, and put them on and started wandering around our quarters. I heard a strange *thwip* *thwip* *thwip* noise and came out to see what it was. If I looked slightly ridiculous in them, Obi-Wan looked much worse, for the things were at least three sizes too large for him. The ungainly step necessary for him to walk about in them without letting them fall off looked much like a giant marsh bird gone for a stroll. I laughed until I cried, and my Padawan affected a much offended, long-suffering air - for all of thirty seconds. Then he laughed too, and the feeling of shared hilarity and companionship spread between us like a warm blanket shared on a frosty night.
That memory, of Obi-Wan in those slippers, is a very precious gift.
Muse - Qui-Gon Jinn
Fandom - Star Wars TPM
Word Count - 395
The oddest gift I ever got, I think, actually came in two parts, separated by at least 20 years. When I was a young knight, I was sent to an icy world named Kanerfalk to help the colonists there install a weather control system. It was hard, physical labor, and the end of each day would leave us all exhausted and soaked in icy water that resulted from the construction. It wasn’t too long before the clothing and boots that I had brought with me were pretty much destroyed.
The generous inhabitants provided me with an entire new wardrobe, each piece designed to be quite practical in an environment as harsh as this one. A Jedi can usually regulate his own body temperature to match any conditions, but it takes energy and concentration that I didn’t want to spare right then. But the most unique piece among the sturdy work-a-day garments was a pair of slippers. Nothing spectacular - but they kept my feet warm and helped them stay warm, even in that Force-forsaken place. They were sturdy leather tanned with the fur still on, and lined in some of the softest fleece I’ve ever seen.
They also made my already oversized feet look like small badgers gone for a stroll.
I took the clothing back to Coruscant with me and put most of it into the Temple wardrobes for other Jedi to use if they had need. But the slippers I kept and put carefully away in a storage closet, then promptly forgot about them.
Twenty years later, Obi-Wan found them late one night, and put them on and started wandering around our quarters. I heard a strange *thwip* *thwip* *thwip* noise and came out to see what it was. If I looked slightly ridiculous in them, Obi-Wan looked much worse, for the things were at least three sizes too large for him. The ungainly step necessary for him to walk about in them without letting them fall off looked much like a giant marsh bird gone for a stroll. I laughed until I cried, and my Padawan affected a much offended, long-suffering air - for all of thirty seconds. Then he laughed too, and the feeling of shared hilarity and companionship spread between us like a warm blanket shared on a frosty night.
That memory, of Obi-Wan in those slippers, is a very precious gift.
Muse - Qui-Gon Jinn
Fandom - Star Wars TPM
Word Count - 395