Author: Noelie Title: Once a Mother Characters: Canon Characters and a few OC's such as Master Jilayne Yvett Notes: My AU version of this character and my thoughts on how he became what we all knew on the screen. The PM list. If you want off, please just let me know! Aya-Na_Bashu Ara-Gon bi0nic Kestrel_Kenobi Princess_of_Naboo ~~~~~ Creche Master Jilayne Yvett was in the receiving nursery the evening they brought in the baby. It wasn't without precedence of course, since service to the Jedi to the order was a common enough practice. To be sure most families were never in a position to be asked such a sacrifice, but everyone was aware that this request was made should they have the joy and the agony to have such a child born to their family. She held out her arms for the precious bundle, as always feeling the urgency of giving what poor substitute she could for the likely arms of love that they had been torn from. Her views on the tradition of taking children from the bosom of families that were their own heritage were considered somewhat rebellious at best, but because her work with the quasi-orphaned force senstives was superb, there was really nothing they could do to silence them completely. As Master Yoda had noted during her turbulent youth, she was meant to be here among them. She would whisper endearments and songs into the soft ears of the two or three that were her special assignment until they moved on into the large open dorms for initiates. Her joy was the moments spent mothering her charges in honor of the arms they came from. Her heart sank as yet one more time she wouldn't be able to tell herself that possibly it was an abandoned, unwanted baby. Sometimes that happened as it was not always a joyful thing when a force-senstive was born. Many on some worlds were sacrificed before they could be retrieved. Master Yvett had joy in those babes. There was a reason for them to be here before the age of accountability. This baby smelled sweetly of those many ointments and powders available for the very fragile skin of infants. He was swaddled tightly in the best of katan's she had seen available, the delicate embroidery along the edges indicating wealth and position of some kind. It would be no matter. All that life would be erased, gone. She began to divest the small frame of the clothing, the fact that he was so newborn that his cord was still drying at the site of his naval, didn't surprise her as he was so tiny, but rarely did they get them this early. They usually waited until hearts had bonded enough to break. She swallowed that rebellious thought to continue with her work. Now that he was carefully dressed in standard Temple issue, she looked closer. He wasn't a pretty baby, but his hands were elegant, and his gaze startlingly calm and wise for someone so little. Small tufts of thick dark hair adorned his head. He wasn't pretty but someday he would be a presence to be reckoned with. She was never wrong about these things. "Well time to get you fed. Let me get your chart off this datapad so I can figure out what formula is likely to be correct." It didn't matter he didn't understand her, he looked as though he understood anyway. She whistled in surprise and had to sit as she read the obtained information. This baby was one of some consequence. A prince of his land although the issue of a very lesser wife to a King. At least now she knew that this child had likely been wanted and loved by at least one person, yet was likely a political sacrifice by the same token. Someone that wanted Jedi support no doubt. "So little one, they have blessed you with an impossibly ridiculous name in honor of your station. One that someone is sure to recognize sometime. Well little Qui-Gon Jinn, welcome to your new home."