faderift | [semi-open] I will be your shining light

WHO: Rey, Obi-Wan, open
WHAT: a reunion, and open
WHEN: after the rifters get to Kirkwall, and throughout Cloudreach.
WHERE: the docks, the Gallows
NOTES: will add if they become relevant

The Docks - Obi-Wan

Rey is tired after the trip to Orlais and looking forward to taking a bath and sleeping in her own bed for a change. But she can't help opening her senses as she disembarks, feeling out the Force, looking for Ben. What she doesn't expect is to sense someone else, someone she had grimly accepted she would never feel again.

She stops where she stands, Padawan looking at her quizzically as she freezes, trying to zero in on where he is. Obi-Wan.

When she determines the direction she takes off running down the docks, the Force guiding her. She catches sight of him and pushes herself faster, even as her vision blurs from tears welling in her eyes. She doesn't slow down until she crashes into him, throwing her arms around him with a sob. She's been so unsure of so much lately, but she can't help the profound relief washing over her as she feels the presence of her master once again.

Open - Training yard

She's back to one lightsaber, not that she minds. It's easier to control one than two, and she's more comfortable this way. The lightsaber that she had come to think of as hers in her hand, her first line of defense against demons and whatever else stands in her way.

For the moment she's running through her forms, things she learned under Obi-Wan, and a few she'd improvised, modified from Kylo Ren's fighting style. She holds the ignited saber in front of her, sweeping it in a slow arc, pacing her breathing, before speeding up, taking herself through motions she's practiced what feels like a thousand times, now.

Her chosen training spot is a little out of the way, but the low hum of the saber usually attracts some attention.

Open - Rey's Workshop

Often in the evenings, unless Rey is working on something or wanting private time, she'll leave the door to her room open so that Padawan can come and go, and so that others who might need her services can pop in. Or just so friends can pop in. The usual organized chaos of her room stands regardless of the day, and she is usually sitting at her desk, bent over something or another.

Her current project is another series of mini trebuchets that can be used in the obstacle course, and they sit around her desk in a varied state of disarray, some fully constructed, others waiting to be finished. She will look up when someone walks in, and if it's someone she doesn't recognize her tools will go down and she'll stand, asking who they are. If it's a friend they'll just get a smile and a wave as Rey finishes whatever she's in the middle of doing. She can talk and tinker, she's good at multitasking.

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"Sorry... I don't mean," she sighs, shaking her head. She hadn't worded that right. She knows the Jedi have helped people, but from what Luke had said, that was only if they were sure they could maintain balance.

"Luke-- when he was trying to convince me that the Jedi order should die with him, he said that a Jedi only acts if balance would be disrupted by them not acting. So... if a village were under attack by a neighboring village, we shouldn't interfere, because the next time the village is attacked with larger numbers we may not be there to help." She uses the lesson he'd given her, a lesson that had been a lie, and one that had cemented her decision to leave the Island.

"That's not balance, that's not how..." Obi-Wan'smouthmoves for a moment, and then he frowns, scowls properly. What had happened, then, that that could be what became of the Jedi Order, the teachings that...

...Oh, of course. The teachings.

"...Those were always the rule, but I never met a Jedi who actually followed them. Not for longer than it took to go from Youngling to Padawan. That's the thing you learn as a Padawan, following your Master, learning at their side," Obi-Wan trailed off, watching the steadying flow of society around him, ugly and narrow as it was, thinking about his own apprenticeship. Of all the times they landed somewhere with no intention of changing everything around them only to revolutionize all the world, "That the letter of the law isn't as important as its spirit. That's part of why we're so hated, I think. No one likes to see a Jedi on their landing pad. It means nothing but meddling and trouble. I don't--"

He hesitated and grimaced, offering her a sheepish smile. The whole of Thedas was dreamlike, so completely separated from his exile on Tattooine that it seemed impossible that both could be real. And Rey, with her hunger for knowledge and avid, curious eyes... as always, they drew out the teacher in him.

"I shouldn't be telling you any of this. I can't say I'm unbiased, but the decision ought to be your own, not something I argue you into."

"I don't think Luke learned that way. Ben... might have, I don't know. We haven't talked much about his training," she should ask him, sometime. Maybe when it's less painful for him to talk about his uncle. "He had books, the sacred Jedi texts. I... stole them."

She admits that with some sheepishness, ducking behind her mug quickly to take a drink. She's not wholly proud of it, but just because Luke felt the Jedi had to end and didn't want to teach her, didn't mean the books might not be useful to her in some way, help her find where she belonged.

"I had hoped that finding Luke, he'd have the answers as to why I ended up where I did. Why the Skywalker lightsaber called to me. Being trained as a Jedi, I think that was only part of it. I just don't know what my place is."

"I wish it were an easy answer. But deciding your place in the world is something only you can do. I will always be willing to teach you what I can, though what--"

He falters again, closes his eyes, and breathes deeply to express his own impotent annoyance. At his weakness. At the way fire seemed to press against his closed eyelids, and the smell of brimstone followed him everywhere. At the way that, no matter how well he loved, or how hard he struggled, or how diligently he worked, nothing ever seemed to come to anything but ruin.

Perhaps there was a lesson in that.

"...I failed Anakin. I may have failed Luke. It may be that I'm not... not what you need. In a teacher, or anything else. It seems I only know how to produce one kind of Jedi, and I cannot watch you follow that path into darkness."

Rey watches him, brow furrowed, as he blames himself for the mistakes of his apprentices. She doesn't know much about his history with Luke, she just knows that Luke studied with him, and that he died at the hands of Vader. That was history that had been available on the holonet, part of the scandal of Leia Organa. She'd learned as much, even on remote Jakku. She wishes she could tell him he didn't fail Luke, but she just doesn't know. She just knows what her personal experience with Obi-Wan is, and he, by far, had been a better master to her than Luke had been.

"I'd like you to keep training me. I learned more from you than I ever did from Luke... I felt more a part of something when you were here than I ever did at home. I've missed you."

Obi-Wan didn't have a quick answer for that, only a strange, waxen gratitude that formed itself into a solid lump and lodged somewhere painful in his chest. He looked down at his mug-- empty, no help there. And then he looked back at her, so earnest, the concern like a living presence in her eyes.

"I've missed you too," He admits, at last, and reaches to take her hand in his own. That small connection, skin-to-skin, centered him there, where he belonged, "I will teach you."

Rey is relieved and happy to hear him say that, holding his hand tightly. She's been self-taught her entire life, it's almost overwhelming to know she has his support, a teacher. She'd looked for that in Luke, but what she needed, Luke hadn't been able to offer her.

"Thank you," she replies, squeezing his hand lightly. Then her eyebrows raise and she holds up her other hand. "I have something for you." She reaches down to her belt, unhooking his lightsaber and holding it out to him. "You're probably going to need this."

He blinked, then reached out for the lightsaber in clear surprise. At first, he'd been surprised to find it missing, but as time went by and the boat trip to Kirkwall wore on, Obi-Wan had come to the thought that he'd left it behind, likely in the box under his bed, back on Tatooine. But no, he'd left it here, and yet, it had been there too.

It's changed, somewhat. Small details, scratches gone as if never made. A slightly different weight, born of the Thedas-made repairs. Holding it in his hand, Obi-Wan realized the truth: this wasn't the same lightsaber at all. How curious.

But it was his. And it was real.

"Thank you," He tells her, with real gratitude, "I assume you put it to good use, in my absence?"

"I did. I took good care of it." Rey smiles, pleased that she'd been able to care for the lightsaber while Obi-Wan was gone. She'd gotten used to wielding two, and had learned a few tricks for it, but she doesn't mind going back to her one, either.

"Padawan has been taking care of me, too."

For a long, surreal moment, Obi-Wan panics thinking, somehow, that despite all they'd been talking about, Rey was somehow referring to Anakin. His second thought was calmer, wondering what student she could possibly have--

"...The dog," The dog. Padawan the dog. His dog. How could he have forgotten her? "Oh. Oh, I-- Where is she? I must have left you both behind, so suddenly."

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"She's-- hang on," Rey turns, smiling at him a little, before putting her fingers to her lips and blowing, a sharp whistle sounding out across the bar. A moment later Padawan appears, tail wagging. She noses up to Rey first, before going to Obi-Wan.

"She was with me, you must have missed her in all the... excitement." She had dropped a lot of information on him.

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