Who: Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi What: She’s returned to her proper age and there’s a reunion in store When: Thursday evening Where:Siri’s rooms, eventually. Probably. Make that Obi-Wan's bedroom. Rating/Warnings: Possible adult content. Will edit/update should it happen. Status: incomplete/in-progress
She remembered.
The change from being a young Padawan, frustrated and confused and irritated and scared, to a grown woman with every memory of what she’d said and done while... young again, had been abrupt. She felt awkward... and gawky, like she just didn’t fit. It was strange; but she’d spent several days as a child; and she hadn’t been that child in a very long time. So she supposed it made some kind of sense. Would this place never stop with the strange events?
The worst part was that she hadn’t known Obi-Wan. Hadn’t known him at all. He’d felt... familiar, but wrong, because the Obi-Wan she knew at that age was only a couple years her elder. So it couldn’t have been him. Even though it was. Even though... She hadn’t known him, hadn’t any memory of the Land of Make Believe. And she could only imagine how it must have been for him, dealing with the people he was close to not having any recent memories. She wanted to see him. Needed to.
So she went to find him, reaching for him the Force, seeking his presence even as she sought him out in person. ...Obi-Wan?