"Can you tell me what it looks like?" Ahsoka wanted to know.
Luca looked up.
"The surroundings. Can you describe it to me?" repeated Ahsoka.
"Uh... Sure," Luca muttered. "Sure."
"So in front of us is the field. It stretches till the where the river makes a curve and the golden ears of corn blow in the wind. They'll be ready in the fall, then it's harvest time. To the right is the forest. At the beginning the trees are still small, but you can guess some in the distance, going up to the clouds. On the left is the river. It is not fast, but deep. Well in the middle. At the edge you can stand. And sometimes even catch frogs. Behind it is forest again, stretching all the way up the hill. But it's nothing as tall and overgrown and magical as the one on the right. Rather well kept, by the people from the village. You can't see the village, but it's on top of the hill. The sky is clear. Not a single cloud. The sun is already bright. But you can feel that, right It's warm." He said.
Ahsoka closed her eyes, and painted a picture in her mind.
Yes, she could hear the river.
She could feel both of the forests. One where she came from, wild and unbound, the other tidy and peaceful.
She could feel the fading warmth of the sun on her skin.
And also the life in the field.
But with the description, it all came into order now. Got color. Light. Beauty.
She smiled as she stored the artwork in her memories.
"You really don't see anything, do you?" asked Luca.
"Not like you do" replied Ahsoka. This caused Luca to pause. "What do you mean?" he wanted to know.
"I don't see with my eyes. But there's some weird sense that tells me where things are. Things that are alive. I can tell where you are. And don't run into a tree in the forest. But I don't really see things. I feel them. I know they are there. But that's all."
"And things that aren't alive? I mean can you dodge a table or something?"
Ahsoka giggled. "Not always. That's where this sense is very unreliable. Sometimes it warns me, sometimes it lets me run right into it."
Luca also chuckled softly. "Well, that's impractical," he commented.
Ahsoka nodded.
"Smacked into the door first thing this morning" she told him.
"Ouh! Did it hurt?" he wanted to know.
"It's fine. Not really. It was just a door," she said, rubbing the back of her neck as she blushed. Which in her case meant the blue strips on her Lekku and Montrals darkened.
He nudged her from the side.
"Let's go to the forest later, then? If you 'see' better there"
"Yeah sure. I'd love to" she replied and smiled.
The forest was good.
But for now, the two sat together on the porch and chatted.
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Fiksi PenggemarAnakin Skywalker knows what it means to be a slave. When his Padawan Ahsoka Tano is threatened to suffer this dark fate, he mobilizes all his strength to save her. How difficult this is he probably did not expect, because sometimes even the strength...