It is a time of turmoil in the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlying systems is under dispute.
The powerful Trade Federation uses their private armies to enforce their extortionate tariffs, placing systems that do not submit under military blockade. Deep in the Core, the Senate endlessly debates the legality of such measures, though this is cold comfort to the suffering people of the Outer Rim.
In secret, the Supreme Chancellor dispatches teams of Jedi Knights, guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to troubled areas in order to settle the matter directly. In many of these places, this is the first time a Jedi has been seen in generations. Following their negotiations, some choose to remain on assignment for a time, dealing with other problems that have come to their attention...
"I'd pretty much just tell my mom where I'm going, and - she'll be told where I went? But I guess she'd find it reassuring if I said I was with you, instead of just vanishing."
"It's up to you. I will note that I am unsure when you will next have an opportunity to speak with her."
"I guess I'll wanna at least make sure she gets the message, and telling her myself's a quick way of doing that..."
"Alright."
She asks a lot more in depth questions about Jedi training on the way back.
Elesse has answers. The academic curriculum is standardized, with options for both group learning and individual guided studies. Mystical and martial arts are taught in group sessions until apprenticeship, at which point the student's teacher customizes their instruction to fit their individual needs.
"An eminently closeable distance, especially for a smart girl like yourself. Small children learn this material, after all."
"Yeah. Figure it won't take too long. And you're really good at explaining stuff."
She nods, and when they arrive hops down to tell the elders that aid's coming.
Her mom approaches before Anakin can run off to find her. She's worn - not that old, objectively, but weathered, like she's been stretched thin for far too long. Her skin's pocked from some long ago disease, and her hair's brittle.
"Mom, this's the Jedi Knight. She's taking me to learn to be a Jedi," Anakin says, excitedly.
The woman smiles. "That's good. You'll be leaving, then?"
Anakin nods. "Yeah. She says I can stop being a demon, too. I wanna know how to do that."
A sadder look enters the woman's eyes. "You've always been my gift, darling." She touches Anakin's cheek, briefly, then turns to Elesse. "You'll look after her?"
"Thank you," the woman says, solemnly. Then, to Anakin: "Darling... Just make sure you're happy, okay?"
Anakin nods, looking serious. "I will."
"And thank you for letting me know where you're going. That is - a gift, to a worried mother." The woman smiles again. "Good luck to you."
"Good luck, mom," Anakin returns.
She kicks her feet. "Yeah. Don't think it would've bothered me to just vanish, but it would've bothered her. And she has done a lot for me."