I had never seen a quilt before our mission to Prius, my first year as a padawan.
Quilts mean different things to different people. History. Family. Home.
Every mission I tried to acquire a scrap of fabric, assembling the pieces by hand during downtime on Coruscant, adding in swatches of discarded tunics and robes. I don’t know if Master ever noticed, but it was never remarked upon.
I finished it tonight. Tomorrow, after my Knighting, I will present it to my master. A hodge-podge of textures and colors, each swatch with its own story. Our history. And, perhaps, my home.