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The Lars' transport arrived on Coruscant shortly after dawn. Cress knew much of this city, but she'd never actually seen it. It amazed her. She looked back to find Owen and Obidan, and she found them peering over the edge of the rail, Obidan pointing to different ships and building and identifying them to Owen. She knew Owen would love this. The pilot of their ship introduced them to the Jedi escort sent to accompany them to the temple. He was a small, hooded man, and that is all she ever knew about him. A shuttle got them to the grand and gleaming Jedi Temple within ten minutes. In the front courtyard, Master Yoda and Master Windu themselves came to greet them. Snowan was flustered: she'd never seen anything quite like Yoda before. Still, the wisdom he radiated and his calm presence put her completely at ease.
"Welcome good people." Master Windu said as he approached them.
"Thank you." Obidan said.
"Allow to introduce myself. I am Mace Windu, Jedi Master, and this is Yoda, Jedi Master. We are senior Council Members and here to make sure you are cared for."
"Thank you very much" Obidan said. "I am Obidan Lars of Cress, and this is my wife, Snowan, and our son, Owen. "
"Only a good family such as this their son to be a Jedi gives." Yoda complimented.
Snowan blushed.
The family followed the two Jedi up the big marble steps and into the Temple. They were taken to the second level.
"Here" Master Windu said "is where you'll be staying. Our guest quarters. "Please,"Master Windu said "Make yourselves comfortable here. You may settle in while we ready Obi-Wan for this visit."
Snowan was stung by these words. Though these Jedi seemed kind, she couldn't bear the thought of anyone preparing a son to visit his own mother. She tried to push these thoughts out of her mind. She wouldn't be selfish. Not now.
"Mother!" Owen exclaimed. "Look at this place!" He pressed his nose to the glass of their window and watched the ships fly by. "Did you see that!" he exclaimed as the biggest transport he'd ever seen lumbered by.
"Yes Owen." she laughed.
"Can I go down to the courtyard and look around?"
"No, Owen, not alone." Obidan said.
"Why not. I can take care of myself. I'm 7 years old." he said, puffing out his chest.
"Just wait a little while and I'll take you myself." said Obidan.
This seemed to satisfy Owen and he went back to pressing his face to the window.
About a half hour later, another escort appeared and led them to a large, high-ceilinged waiting area with two large couches, several high metal chairs, and a low table in the center. The three of them sat there for several minutes alone. Snowan heard a noise to the right. She saw three figures walking towards her. She recognized Mace Windu and the diminutive Yoda. And walking between them was Obi-Wan. She jumped up and rushed to him. Obidan and Owen were on their feet also.
"Mother!" Obi-Wan squealed as she picked him up. She immediately noticed that her son had undergone some changes since she sent him away. He no longer wore the blue jumper she'd made for him, but a simple, loose, tan tunic. Part of his wispy brown hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail.
She and Obidan cradled him together and then sat him down to greet Owen, whom he chattered to excitedly. The two Jedi they now knew nodded graciously and excused themselves. Snowan bounced Obi-Wan on her knee. He seemed as happy as ever. This partly made her sad. She'd almost wished to find her little Obi-Wan sick with want for her. She saw now that his happiness anywhere was all that mattered. She looked up to see another familiar figure enter the room. He bowed and turned to her husband.
"Hello. I am Di-Mane Farr. I have already met your wife. I am the one who discovered your son's great talent." he said.
"That you have." Obidan said politely. "I am Obidan Lars."
"I must tell you." Di-Mane started. "Your son is a great gift to us. "
"I am glad to hear that." Obidan said.
"He is intelligent, willing, and brave. The Force is strong in him."
Obidan nodded, though he didn't fully understand.
"A meal is about to be served." Di-Mane said. "I would love for you to join Obi-Wan and myself."
They followed Di-Mane into a large dining hall filled with boys about Obi-Wans age. Several Masters were scattered among them. They passed the room and sat down in a smaller kitchen area. "I thought you could have more pricacy here." Di-Mane explained.
The cooks came in and served them their meal. They ate in silence. Obi-Wan seemed to have his appetite. Snowan could find nothing amiss with her son.
After they finished, Di-Mane took them to see Obi-Wan's room. Snowan must admit that she was impressed. He had a double bed all to himself, nightstand, and a large wooden chest a huge wardrobe for his clothes. Two long widows ran the lenghth of the other wall, allowing Obi-Wan to see the back courtyard and greenhouse. She could feel the thick blue carpet beneath her feet. Everything in his room was a rich dark blue, from the window covers to the bed spread. A table in the corner was covered in blocks. Obi-Wan had obviously been having fun here. Di-Mane excused himself with a promise to return and left the room.
Obi-Wan showed them different things in his new room. One drawer was filled with picture books. Another with a stack of fresh tan tunics he'd been given. He even called it "my room." He truly was at home here.