Drabble #9

[matril]

I'm usually able to come up with drabble topics pretty readily, but if anyone has any suggestions, I'd welcome them - all too often, my plot bunnies end up being decidedly inbred. :P

A Clear View of the Sky
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Beru had always known she would marry a moisture-farmer. She didn't want any life other than that. When she first met Owen, she knew that he would give her that life; simple, comfortable, familiar. And he made her happy.

True, sometimes she imagined the luxury of being able to afford enough droids to do all the work, so she and Owen could relax indoors when the suns were blazing at their hottest. Maybe even move closer to Anchorhead. But her fantasies never went farther than that. She would hate to live in the city; she needed wide open spaces and a clear view of the sky. And leaving the planet? Never. Peering at the great expanse of space through the cramped window of a starship? She'd rather stand outside at night on Tatooine, spread out her arms and feel that she could hold all the stars, just like that. Space-travel couldn't compare.

Owen understood. He had learned it from his own father, from Cliegg's silent passion for the land, for his work. Even Shmi had understood in her own way, though she wasn't a native herself.

The exiled Jedi who had brought them Luke didn't understand. He was resigned to spend the remainder of his days on Tatooine, and didn't resent it. But he didn't love it.

And Luke. From his very first years and on, she had taught him the value of a hard day's work, the wonder of a double sunrise. He appreciated those. But when he saw the stars, there was no look of contentment in his eyes. Longing. Reaching. Not contentment.

That blaze in his eye made Owen uneasy, sometimes. Beru knew why. Too much of his father in him.

They loved him as a son, but Beru realized the truth very early on. No matter how much they tried, they would never make a farmboy out of him.
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