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Delphinium astra, purple variety.
Obi-Wan cocked his head slightly, as if a change in angle might somehow make the plant in front of him less gray.
No matter the angle, or how long he looked, the flower looked the same.
“Aren’t you bored yet?” Garen asked.
“It just doesn’t make sense.” Obi-Wan replied quickly. “If meeting our match lets us see colors, then the mechanism to see colors must be within us to begin with.”
The declaration was heretical, something that any of his instructors would certainly admonish him for. Among his friends, however, the statement was considered normal.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was always questioning, always challenging. It was a trait that got him as much grief as it did praise.
“Well, I’m getting hungry, so whenever you decide you’ve had enough, we’ll be in the refectory waiting for you.”
He waved half-heartedly to his friends before continuing his experiment.
Delphinium astra, pink variety.
To his eyes, the flower seemed lighter in color than the purple variety, but both were shades of gray. Maybe his friends were right, and he should just let it go.
“It isn’t fair, Master. I’m at the top of the Senior Padawans, I’ve done everything that the Council has ever asked of me!”
“And you will do it once more, Xan. I have great faith that this mission will be the last of your Trials. Once it is over, the Council will Knight you.”
Obi-Wan turned towards the sound of the voices, preparing himself to be chastened for skipping the midday meal.
He was not expecting to watch the familiar gray of his vision recede, giving way to verdant greens and vibrant blues, earthy browns and pastel-colored petals.
He’d never imagined that color was so beautiful.
“Do the creche-masters allow their charges to be out of sight these days?” The Padawan asked upon seeing Obi-Wan standing on the edge of the path.
Obi-Wan’s face burned with humiliation.
“I recently passed the initiate’s trials.” Obi-Wan replied softly.
“Initiate or not, you should be in the refectory at this hour.” The Jedi Master admonished.
A shiver ran through Obi-Wan’s spine, and he stared wide-eyed into the space between himself and the two older Jedi. He could feel a familiarity to them, could hear their voices far away…
“Kenobi!”
Obi-Wan blinked slowly, and found himself staring up at Master Windu.
The other Jedi were gone, and so were the world’s colors.