Marching over the burning sand of the desert garden of the temple, Yan grumbled to himself focused the Force to avoid sweating too much.

Due to the lack of fauna and flora of many sandy desert planets, most of them did not have individual gardens and instead had areas in the desert where their plants were carefully tended to. And due to the environments they required, this part of the gardens were always scorching hot, many of the reptile and avian Jedi actually enjoyed it in this area.

Human Jedi however?

Not so much and Yan couldn’t for the life of him understand why Qui-Gon was all the way out into the middle of the desert garden.

‘Curse my luck. If I only had more time I could have instead just invited them for a meal and be done with this.’ Yan grimaced, wiping the simple strand of sweat beading on his forehead.

Yan wanted to meet his grandpadawan.

But he also had a mission, due to leave in less than two hours actually.

His travel bag, as always, was packed and ready. Jocasta had been informed in person, as anything less would be an insult to the fair lady. Yoda of course been spoken to, the old troll had admonished him gently, forever a padawan in his master’s eyes.

Now only Qui-Gon remained.

However, what he had not known was that the boy had taken a padawan.

Yoda’s eyes had twinkled while telling Yan.

A young human by the name Obi-Wan Kenobi apparently.

For some reason… the name was… familiar to Yan.

But for the life of him he couldn’t remember why and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

At last however, coming around a large red rock that Yan assumed was to stimulate the red of Korriban, Yan finally saw the tall form of his former padawan. Qui-Gon was standing near an ornery thorn bush, shielding his eyes as if sun was shining him in the eyes.

“Qui-Gon!” Yan barked, a smidgen annoyed that he had to come all this way to find the man. His heart also throbbed slightly to see the signs of silver in the others hair when he jumped at the call of his name, turning in surprise before Qui-Gon smiled warmly.

“Master, its good to see you. I didn’t know you were back in the temple.” Qui-Gon stated, reaching out his arm to clasp elbows with the other in the traditional Serenno greeting.

Clasping the others arm in similar fashion, Yan huffed. “I’m not for long and you would have known if you brought your comm.” He tacked on with a surly glare.

At the others words, Qui-Gon started patting at his belt before a sheepish look appeared on his face, suddenly no longer the exceptional knight but the gangly and somewhat clumsy padawan once more. It was almost enough to for Yan’s lips to start twitching.

Clearly catching on to the switching mood, Qui-Gon shrugged and chuckled weakly. “Apologizes master, I was… excited.” He stated a tad quietly.

“About a sand box?” Yan questioned dryly, glancing about before raising a brow at his once apprentice.

Only to grow wary as the other man started grinning, mischievous warmth in his eyes. “No, actually… him.” Qui-Gon pointed down the sloped sandbank.

Glancing, Yan blinked as copper red was making its way up the bank, taking a double glance before staring at Qui-Gon. “You took on a werewolf?” He questioned, baffled but not really all that shocked.

Unfortunately a lot of werewolves had a bad name to them, even Jedi ones and therefore they often ended up aging out if they were brought to the temple.

Yan had never understood it personally, having interacted with quite a few werewolves through the years and most of them acted like oversized puppies frankly during full moon. But after everything Qui-Gon went through… well, Yan had not expected him to take a padawan at all, let alone one that had rumors like werewolves unfortunately had attached to them, as blood thirsty beasts of the moon, dark when the rose moon had risen over planets.

Qui-Gon’s face shuttered a bit however, clearly taking the comment the wrong way. “I took on a young boy. I’m teaching him how to handle different terrain and I beg you to be polite to him master.” He snapped out before turning as the wolf finally made its way up the sandbank and to them.

Watching, Yan could only stare as Obi-Wan wound his way around Qui-Gon’s legs, dropping a ball at the man’s feet. He was yipping and barking, completely oblivious to Yan clearly as he started to whine softly when Qui-Gon was clearly moving too slow in Obi-Wan’s opinion, the youth still wanting to play.

Chuckling softly, his mood entierly turned around, Qui-Gon bent down and picked up the ball. “Oh alright, steady at it padawan.” He teased before bringing his arm back and giving a good, Force enhanced throw.

And of Obi-Wan too went, tracking the ball with great jumps through the sand, his padawan braid sailing through the air.

Chuckling softly, unable to resist, Yan nodded. “I apologize Qui-Gon, I didn’t mean that in the manner you think,” Qui-Gon glanced warily at him. “I am quite aware how false the werewolf reputation is, but that is just it, they have a reputation and your attitude the past few years…” He trailed off.

That had Qui-Gon shuffling a bit, sudden chagrin and understanding in his face. “Ah… well… I apologize master.” He mumbled, hands tucking into his sleeves.

Patting the other on the back, Yan smiled softly. “All is forgiven padawan… however I do not have long. I am leaving for a mission. I only came to say goodbye, but perhaps next time, we can have a meal together?” He glanced after the running wolf and then back to Qui-Gon, his smile widening slightly when Qui-Gon nodded eagerly. “Then another time Qui-Gon, I’ll have to get to know your padawan then.”

“May the Force be with you Master.” Qui-Gon smiled, his focus turning back to his padawan as Obi-Wan once more came bounding up the sand, missing the sight of Yan as the older Jedi withdrew.

Just a pup, wanting to play even as Qui-Gon was training him to handle different terrains in his wolf form.

Walking towards the entrance, a memory flashed in Yan’s mind, one many years ago on a somewhat chilly, green planet with rockformations. ‘Oh… now I remember… I remember you little one.’ A slow smile curled Yan’s lips.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Once simply just ‘It’ before Yan had taken the small child and wrapped him up in his cloak, taking the crying child with him to the temple and the creche.

‘He was my first Search,’ The old master glanced back, warm fondness echoing in his chest as he remembered the flushed face of a wide eyed toddler as he clung to Yan in turn. “How you have grown…” Yan murmured to himself as Obi-Wan’s bootie covered paws threw sand into the air as he rushed forward, Qui-Gon laughing boisterously at the sight.