They had told her the gardens were nice on Yavin IV.
On the shuttle, the Jedi she'd travelled with had talked at length about the amazing things she might learn, the incredible places she might visit and all the people she'd meet. They talked about the thrill of building one's lightsaber, about the delight of learning with other padawans, about the true fulfilment of working in the Light of the Force.
Sabatha mainly asked about the gardens.
That's where she spent most of her time, it seemed. Not that she'd had much of it, between getting the tour and the guidance and the lessons on 'not letting the Order down.' Seemed quite a high stress place for young people, really. At least, that's what she thought. Sabatha wasn't quite sure on the concept of 'stress.' That seemed to happen to other people. And while they'd given her a lovely set of robes, she'd never worn them. It seemed such a shame to dirty them, so they'd stayed in her wardrobe in the Temple. Instead, she wore the half-dirty pants and baggy tee that she always wore to garden.
Knelt down in the dirt, she tenderly brushed a little more dirt over the saplings, checking that they had what they needed. The rains had been good and the soil was decently filled with moisture, so she wasn't in a rush to water them. They were distant enough apart that they wouldn't mess with each other and fight too much for sunlight and air. They'd be hardy things, for sure.
"... and you'll have to look out for each other, okay, because you can only get super strong when you're all looking out for each other so don't forget that," she lectured the saplings quietly, inbetween humming a little tune. She was vaguely aware there was a point that she was meant to meet someone important today... but it would be fine. The saplings needed her guidance more.
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