Sleeping now was pretty much a useless affair. Obi-Wan found sleep to be restless and often filled with things he knew he was afraid of happening or he was plagued by images of war and battle. It wasn’t really all that bothersome but he did often wake up believing he was somewhere else until his sense came around enough for him to realise how foolish his initial reaction had been. His current dream had pitted him against some formidable foe who he could not see. It was one of those annoying dreams that you knew you had but could only remember small bits of and the more you tried to remember the faster it slipped away. Eventually he gave up trying to remember what it was and let the memory fade away, it wasn’t important and it had no bearing on his current life so he did not wish to confuse his thoughts with such a thing when he needed to remain clear and alert for his coming travels.
It had seemed odd to be here of all places, so close to leaving again. It was always a peaceful place but usually he only ever passed briefly through on his way to an important meeting before being dispatched elsewhere in the Galaxy to fight in the battles that raged. He felt almost like a spare part just wandering the tall corridors waiting for the third day to come before he could leave. A part of him wished to go and be back where his mind could be ultimately focused on what was at had, there he thrived in the midst of battle (even if he did end up in some rather sticky situations that he needed help tog et out of) and another part of him wished to stay where he had grown up. Here at the Jedi Tempe had always been a safe home to him. He found himself standing by the low plain side table in the assigned chamber he had been given for his brief stay here. It was sparse and yet he felt perfectly at home.
Letting his hand brush the table surface he exited the chamber and stepped out into the fresh cool hallway. Another day where he believed he was nothing more than a spare part to linger until duty called, he would idly spend it trying to make use of himself somewhere. He had been told he should use his free time wisely and rest a while but his mind was to active for resting and he didn’t like to feel he was doing nothing, he would find something to do. Choosing the direction he had felt would suit him Obi-wan slid his hand inside the large sleeves of his brown woven cloak and sauntered silently down the hallway. He wasn’t entirely sure of the time of day but it was early of sorts, he stifled a yawn and then realised the background sound he had been hearing for the last few moments was the sound of people moving around and chattering to one another. The voices were young and excited, they had an enthusiasm he had not heard in anyone’s voice for a long time now.
He smiled to himself then started to way back down the hallways
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