Anakin, a short boy of twelve, landed at the table across from Luke.
He was balancing a full tray: over-flowing plate of food, and the largest glass on offer filled to the brim with simply water. Ten years parched from the twin suns of Tatooine, and he'd never get over the delight of pure, clear water on his tongue. On Corescant he could have all the water he wanted. And though he bristled at the idea of being a captive in this Owmi fleet, he would never turn down an offer of water.
It was a miracle the glass spilled not a drop given Anakin's blustering entrance.
"You're new, aren't you?" He said before digging in, just barely remembering he had eating utensils. "Just arrived?"
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He was balancing a full tray: over-flowing plate of food, and the largest glass on offer filled to the brim with simply water. Ten years parched from the twin suns of Tatooine, and he'd never get over the delight of pure, clear water on his tongue. On Corescant he could have all the water he wanted. And though he bristled at the idea of being a captive in this Owmi fleet, he would never turn down an offer of water.
It was a miracle the glass spilled not a drop given Anakin's blustering entrance.
"You're new, aren't you?" He said before digging in, just barely remembering he had eating utensils. "Just arrived?"