Yellow Weaver

Independent Study
Coruscant, Library of the Republic
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"This is stupid," Loomi muttered silently as she as she made her way down the shelved corridors of the Galactic Alliance's largest library, a remnant of Coruscant's past as the capital of the Republic. "I should be training to fight pirates and stuff, not... read."
"Being able to comprehend the texts you are assigned is integral to your Jedi training," her droid companion Yogurt insisted. "It's important that you practice. Your recent aptitude test was... less than ideal."
The Godoan became red in the face, adverting her gaze. She had taken a reading comprehension exam after struggling to read one of the philosophical texts she had been assigned to read. based upon the results, she had a reading comprehension on-par with individuals seven years younger than her. It was embarrassing how terrible her reading comprehension was. Loomi really just wanted to ignore it and pretend that it wasn't important, but every advisor ever insisted that it was important she be brought up to speed. So, despite her protests, she had been sent to the Library of the Republic to start improving her reading.
"I know," she frowned, crossing her arms. "It's just embarrassing, y'know? I bet all my peers can read just fine... Probably."
"Well, you'll catch up with them soon enough," Yogurt whirred. "How about you start in the teen section? Simple. Most of those are dumbed down to keep the attention of youths, or at least that's what a guide on the holonet informed me."
The little droid had gone out of his way to research genres prior to their expedition to better support her learning efforts. It was very enduring, enough to motivate Loomi to grab a holobook from the shelf...
"What's this..."
Love is Blind for a Miraluka... Lady Velvet. Miraluka, that was a species. Perhaps it was educational. Loomi didn't read on her off-time, of course, so she had no real concept of what a genre even was. Books just held knowledge.
But, as the Godoan turned on the book and began to flip through the digital pages, she found herself gazing at words that didn't seem very educational. They were simple enough for her to understand, but full of dialogue that was swimming with tension. With each flipped page, Loomi's face grew redder and redder. She could barely process what she was reading. It all seemed so unrealistic, but her eyes remained glued to the page. Was this...
"Loomi?" Yogurt piped up, hovering over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing!" the Godoan insisted, slamming the holobook's metal casing closed. "I-it's just... hot in here."
"Okay," the droid buzzed. "I'm gonna go see if I can download the library's catalogue so you can read more back at the Temple. I'll be back."
As the spark drifted off, Loomi let out a sigh. She waited a few moments for Yogurt to vanish from the site of her singular eye before flipping the holobook back open...
