Anakin cocked his head as Ariadne turned the pad around so he could see it. It was a colorful fish with graceful fins that curled around its body. He’d seen pictures of sea creatures in vivid color before, but never in person. And none exactly like the one the young woman was drawing. He wondered if this was an accurate representation or if she was taking liberties as artists were wont to do.
But he paused first to answer her question. This place was odder than the Temple, people didn’t like titles. He had always been used to using titles, and at the Temple they insisted he use the proper title to refer to himself. But people got confused here.
“I’m… Padawan Skywalker.” Probably best to start with the title and then corrected rather than go the other way. “How does that work- er, Miss? Turning from pencil to paint?”