This takes place in my AU story, "The Bond" a day after Qui-Gon brought her to Naboo. Primeday, Welona 6 I am Shmi Skywalker, and this journal (along with the pen I’m using to write this) is the first purchase I made as a free woman. This may seem like an odd thing to choose to buy first, but there is good reason behind it. First off, I need no money for food or lodging, as I’m an honored guest of no other than Queen Amidala of Naboo. She has agreed to let me reside at the Palace as her guest until I can get my act together... that is, find a job and settle somewhere I can afford on whatever wage I procure from said job. Right now, I’m not even sure if I wish to live on Naboo! Something Qui-Gon had said before we left Tatooine has stuck in my mind. He told me that sometimes if we don’t know where to go, we should look to where we’ve been. He was referring to where I was born. Well, I don’t know where I was born, but I could do a little detective work. I long to know if there are any other Skywalkers out there. I can’t remember anything before being taken into slavery... it’s like it’s been erased from my mind. All I remember are vague impressions of my mother and father. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see another woman’s face and wonder if it’s me remembering my mom. If so, she has an uncanny resemblance to me, but her hair is lighter, almost an auburn color, and her face isn’t as careworn as mine. I must say, I’m not used to such lavish surroundings. In fact, it makes me feel uncomfortable. Especially since as the Queen’s guest, I am waited on twenty-four/five. I had to get out of the palace alone today, and went sight seeing by myself. I’d already been shown about town by Padme (funny how I can refer to the same person with a different name and feel different things about her... when she’s the Queen, she is so formal... she must be... and must be the face of Naboo... as Padme, she shows how she truly is... a warm young lady who has a sense of humor, is very compassionate, and very duty-bound). Today it was nice to be able to see it not from anyone else’s perspective. I found this wonderful little shop called “Panival’s Pages” that sold old-fashioned books... yes, books with paper bound with hide. Some were novels, others were manuscripts, and yet other books whose pages were blank. I bought this journal there. Well, it’s dinner now, so I’ll write more later.