Beru Whitesun Lars had never left Tatooine, not even in her dreams.
She'd always been more of a practical soul than a dreamer, anyway. Her ambitions were achievable, if uncertain on as harsh a planet as Tatooine. She wanted to marry a good man, raise a child, and hopefully have more water than they needed to survive. Owen was much the same, a hardworking and dependable moisture farmer like her father.
Luke was different; he had stardust in his blood. She knew he would leave Tatooine someday, but she hoped he'd at least visit her and Owen from time to time. There would always be a home waiting for him under the twin suns if she had anything to say about it.
Beru Lars
She'd always been more of a practical soul than a dreamer, anyway. Her ambitions were achievable, if uncertain on as harsh a planet as Tatooine. She wanted to marry a good man, raise a child, and hopefully have more water than they needed to survive. Owen was much the same, a hardworking and dependable moisture farmer like her father.
Luke was different; he had stardust in his blood. She knew he would leave Tatooine someday, but she hoped he'd at least visit her and Owen from time to time. There would always be a home waiting for him under the twin suns if she had anything to say about it.