"You would be expecting your gift, then." Qui-Gon frowned. He had forgotten, after all! But after only a moment, he reached into the pocket of his tunic. His large, strong hand emerged, concealing something hidden in his palm.
Obi-Wan stared expectantly. Masters usually thought for weeks or months about their gifts, often traveling to far reaches for a healing crystal, or a blanket or cloak from the weavers of the planet Pasmin, who wove garments of great warmth out of material so fine it was almost weightless.
Qui-Gon pressed a smooth, round stone into Obi-Wan's hand. "I found it years ago," Qui-Gon explained. "When I was no older than you are now." Politely, Obi-Wan stared at the stone. Did it contain some sort of power?
"I found it in the River of Light on my home planet," Qui-Gon continued.
And? Obi-Wan wondered. But Qui-Gon was silent. Obi-Wan realized that the present his Master had given him was exactly what it appeared to be: a rock...
~The Hidden Past, Jedi Apprentice #3
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