“Woah there, Ahsoka!” Quinlan Vos exclaimed as he captured a tiny Togruta Initiate, that had been racing along the busy Coruscant street, in his arms. He had been on his way back to the Temple after running some errands when the youngling dashed past him. After looking around and finding that no one seemed to be minding her, he ran after her, worried about her well-being. “Where do you think you’re going?”
The little one looked up with him with a quivering lip and big watery eyes. “Find Skyga,” the three-year-old told him desperately.
“I know, little one, but it is too dangerous for you to leave the Temple on your own.”
The Togruta instantly looked affronted. “I’m not ‘fraid!” she exclaimed. “I’m a Jedi!”
It took all his willpower not to snort. If this kid didn’t end up in Kenobi’s line he would hand himself over to the Sith.
“Alright then, kiddo. What’s your plan?” he asked as he adjusted her in his arms, planning to distract her with discussion while he walked them both back to the Temple.
Ahsoka tilted her head to the side, which was karking endearing. Then she glared at him.
“Find Skyga!” she declared, her tones revealing her frustration. Obviously because she had already told him that.
Great, a three-year-old thinks I’m an idiot.
“The galaxy is a very big place, little one. Do you plan to search all of it?”
The Togruta nodded vigorously, which made him let out an audible sigh.