Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

91.

'I'll head to Monylaz's tomorrow for you. Don't worry yourself, Sol.'

'Thank you, Beru.'

Placing a cup of water on the table, Beru slipped into the seat opposite the almost trembling woman. The lenses that had nearly jeopardised five years of hiding were sat in two round pots. Leia's and Sol's brown irises simmered in the liquid that kept them moisturised, but Sol wasn't sure if they were serving their purpose anymore.

Sol looked to the cavern that contained the pipes that dug deep into the sand. Running around the structures, were Leia and Luke with Owen chasing them. In Owen's hands, was a long stick that he held at the ready as if to strike at them. But he never would, and the sound of the twins' laughter and squeals ensured everyone that the chase was harmless.

With bright smiles, Luke and Leia pretended to be scared of their uncle. Without the brown lenses, Leia was able to see freely and blaze her purple eyes around unapologetically. It made Sol feel horrible for making her daughter wear the irritating things. When she saw how the redness faded from the whites of Leia's eyes after being rid of them, Sol didn't know if she could bring ask Leia to wear them again; especially when they still somehow brought the attention of storm troopers. 

Sol watched the little girl squeal when Luke turned and sacrificed her to Owen, and the woman couldn't believe how easily things could have changed after today's events.

'I thought they would have taken them,' Sol said as she turned back to Beru and saw that she was already looking at her.

'But it's you that he's searching for.'

'I know, but I can't help but wonder...'

'I understand,' Beru saved Sol from finishing a difficult sentence. 'Every mother fears losing their children.'

'No, it's not in that sense,' Sol shook her head and looked into her cup. 'Well, it sort of it Now that the Jedi Order is gone, and we've been living on our own, I realise what was so wrong with the Order.'

Sol hoped that Beru wouldn't ask her to elaborate. It felt taboo to speak about the dead in such a way, but without their forever-watching eyes, Sol felt like she should speak her mind. But she spent her childhood and her early twenties believing that it was forbidden to speak of anything that was against the Jedi Order. Even after their eradication, Sol still struggled to talk without tense shoulders and in hushed whispers.

'What was wrong with it?' Beru asked with raised eyebrows. 'I thought the Jedi were accepting and peaceful?' 

'They were but... when a child showed signs of being a wielder of the Force, they were taken when they were extremely young. Some being barely two years old were indoctrinated into the Order and trained to be warriors and swore their lives to the Jedi faith,' Sol explained and with a glance at Luke and Leia, she continued with hesitancy. 'I'm glad that they can live how they are and if they do show Force sensitivity, I'm sure that Obi-wan will want to train them. They won't have to swear to a faith, and they can have the Force for enlightenment and peace. But then again, if Vader finds them, he could... train them in the ways of the Sith.'

'He won't find them, Sol. This was one mishap and you handled it.' 

Beru leaned forward and looked at Sol with intensity. She could see that the woman was working herself up over the encounter with the storm trooper. Sol had travelled to Mos Eisley and Mos Espa many times with Leia and Luke and had returned safely every time. It was only from an unfortunate involvement with a chase that the trooper noticed Sol, and somehow identified her lenses. It had to be a one in a million chance, and Sol was dwelling over it to the point of crumbling into a pile of nerves.