[No, he hasn't grown up surrounded by all the traditions of the Jedi. The Jedi he's been around have done their best to teach him what they can, though, so while he hadn't immediately recognized the bead for what it was, the significance still hits him once Qui-Gon explains, leaving him stunned for a moment, mouth falling open. With a swallow, he closes it, emotions swelling up. The room brightens, brightens so much with colors so clear, but none of that matters. Nothing matters but this. Ezra straightens up, responding to the depth of this simple gift as though somehow he can show the maturity that Qui-Gon is acknowledging in him. Hands clasping around the bead, he bows with as much formality as he knows how.]
You've been my teacher and mentor for two years. I'd be honored to wear it.
[He straightens back up, then hesitates only for a moment before reaching for the band on his braid.
A braid from Kanan. A bead from Qui-Gon. It feels fitting to have something from both of them.]
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Date: 2019-01-21 10:29 pm (UTC)You've been my teacher and mentor for two years. I'd be honored to wear it.
[He straightens back up, then hesitates only for a moment before reaching for the band on his braid.
A braid from Kanan. A bead from Qui-Gon. It feels fitting to have something from both of them.]