Isha stood on her knees in front of her little brother, Abid.
«We’re pirates, Abid. Never forget that.»
«Ay, Ay!» The five year old answered, «Ay, ay, grrr!»
They were in the Youngling-chamber. Hagar was out on a mission with her new master, Windu, but Isha haven’t even met her master yet.
But that didn’t concern her, she was just happy to be her with the Younglings as long.
She let her fingers feel the texsture of her new padawan-braid, which started from the back of her ear, and ran down her neck, gently resting on her shoulder. She really liked it, cause everyone could see that she was a Padawan-learner now, and not that poor pirate-girl in rags that had entered the temple for some days ago.
She felt honorable, she was not ashamed of herself anymore, and that was a good thing.
The rest of her hair, were shared into two, tick braids, one of each side of her head. And her dad had tied some beatiful, blue bands in them, commenting,
«Now you look like a real Jedi-princess.»
Isha looked over to him, were he sat surrounded by Younglings. Reading a book for them, dressed in Jedi-robes, looking like a Jedi-master.
«You’re fitting right in, dad.» she said, walking over to him along with Abid.
He looked up from the book and smiled at them,
«I know. That’s my speciality.»
Isha looked around the cozy chamber, spotting some tables here and there. She putted some fingers in her mouth, whistling,
«Listen up everyone!» clapping her hands together, «I’m gonna teach you to dance like a pirate-princess!» stepping up on one of the tables.
Little Abid cheered and clapped his hands together too,
«Hurray! Hurray!»
But father Sofar put his hands to his face and shaked his head,
«Oh, Isha… What are you doing? There are no drunk-up dudes who can cheer for you here.»
«Well that dosen’t stop me.» she smiled, before beginning to spin around on pointed feet. She let her arms move in soft movements before she turned into several cartwheels, remaining on the table.
Some of the Younglings gathered around her with amazement,
«Wow.»
Sofar smiled before he throwed a drill-staff at her.
Isha grinned, straightened up, and received the flying object in her hand, before she began spinning it around in her fingers. She throwed it high up in the air, pirouetted three, four times, and caught the staff as it went flying down to her again.
Just then, one of the Jedi-Masters came walking into the room,
«What is going on in here?» he pointed at Isha as he looked around. His gaze swiftly going around over every youngling,
«You there! Get down from the table at onces! What are you thinking you’re doing? This ain’t a robber’s den.»
Isha was startled. As she carefully stepped down on the floor again, laying the staff down,
«Sorry…»
The master frowned, with his head held up high,
«You gonna do better than that… newcomer.»
«I…»
«Come with me. I introduce you to your new master.»
«Okay.» trying on a little bow, but by then, the Jedi had turned his back on her, and was walking towards the exit.
Isha made a haste to follow him, just when Abid went stumbling into her arms,
«Isha going?» he asked wonderfully, «Isha don’t go whitout Abid.»
Isha drew her breath, before lifting him up,
«Of course not, little brother.» and then she ran with him in her arms to catch up with the Jedi-master who was nearly outside the door.