𝕺, 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - [𝕬.𝕾.]

𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲:

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗢𝗻𝗲

"One more thing," Obi-Wan said as the ship was beginning to level out its descent.

Alessia quirked a brow, looking over to him before he gestured to the chair in front of his stomach for her to sit in.

He'd changed into his battle attire now, wearing a grey and white hardened exterior that would assumedly protect him from any potential damage.

After they finished their morning session yesterday, Obi-Wan took Alessia to the supply room that he spoke to Pate about and let her pick out her own gear and articles that he figured she didn't already have.

Understandably, she had none before. 

Now, she sported smooth black bottoms that allowed her quick movements, a black and high-neck top tight but thinner, and matching boots with a black holster around her waist, waiting for a saber and a blaster to be placed within.

Both of which she was excited for no matter how unprepared.

Pate kindly asked her if all of the black was in efforts to seem more threatening upon meeting her new Master, to which Alessia snorted in amusement because she could barely get that same droid part to lift again yesterday.

After they finished not even twenty-four hours ago, Alessia packed a bag that mostly consisted of extra clothing and gear, her blanket, toiletries, and a few random items she hopefully could practice on with her Master. General Skywalker.

She almost visibly grimaced just thinking about it.

Obi-Wan pat the back of the chair, "Have a seat."

"Master Kenobi is going to give you your Padawan braid!" Pate happily chirped, twirling around on her bottom piece again before returning to the ship's piloting system.

Pate sort of looked like a robotic snowperson if Alessia was being honest. Made up of a large, circular bottom piece with a much smaller one atop of it as a torso, Pate had thin and nimble arms for surgical purposes and speedy wheels for efficiency. 

And, Pate loved spinning around on that large ball section.

"That I am," he nodded.

"My what?" Alessia asked in bewilderment, confident that they hadn't covered this topic since she landed on Coruscant. 

"Your Padawan braid. It's a braid that symbolizes your rank within Jedi. I know you're informal, but for sake of social elements before you meet Anakin and the battalion, it's vital to the part."

"It's just a braid?"

"Over the right shoulder," he stated, confirming that this wasn't some sort of joke.

Alessia tried to ease the tension that had been in her shoulders since their departure, turning around and sitting in front of Obi-Wan as she instinctively combed her fingers through her hair to flatten it out. She couldn't remember the last time someone else touched her hair.

Her mom, it had to be. And just that reminder alone made a sour feeling develop in her stomach.

"You've done this before?" She warily asked.

Obi-Wan breathed a laugh, to which Pate whirred from the front of the ship, ready to divulge in information that was either programmed inside of her mainframe or she had witnessed over time.