Hi! Your writer challenge looks fun! Can I ask for number 16 with baby Ahsoka?
not quite baby ahsoka but...close enough? :-) verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion (from these prompts)
The door slid open without preamble. Which could only mean one thing.
“Master Yoda!” Ahsoka cried, scrambling out of where she had been lounging with her feet hanging off the side of the bed. The piece of fruit she’d been eating rolled off and onto the floor. She winced as it thudded and squished–a mess to clean later.
“Initiate Tano,” Yoda nodded, his eyes sparkling with humour. “A conversation, we must have, hm? Overdue, it is.”
Ahsoka swallowed, but bolstered herself as much as possible. He was right. It was overdue.
“Of course. Do you want to…sit…down?” she offered, her mouth moving faster than her mind as she looked around at her sparse living quarters. There were no chairs.