Ocean Deep

Between the two of them, it was Padme who figured out first. Her mother had despaired of Padme not having anything more distinctive as her mark. It could have been a thousand backyards, on a thousand planets. Still, the Force must have been with her. The minute that she walked into Anakin Skywalker’s home on Tatooine, she knew. His soulmark had always been a blessing. He could feel it all the time, the blue water flowing down his calves. It was always cool and refreshing, a blessing for a desert slave like him. There was nothing else specific about it, but until he was nine, Anakin hadn’t actually realised that that could be a problem. There couldn’t be that many planets in the galaxy that had that much water, surely?