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Mini Nano Day 18 snippet
Nov. 18th, 2014 11:45 pmAs It All Burns, Qui-Gon and Ceseri'sado after the little one has had a nightmare:
Sitting up, Qui-Gon picks Ceseri'sado off the floor, letting her bury her face in his shoulder. He should have insisted on going with the others, so she had her creche-mates with her, sleeping together as they had in the Temple. There is enough nightmare fodder without subjecting her to the loneliness of a solitary room.
/No. Here. I'm supposed to be here, with everyone here./ The same stubborn streak he'd noticed before colors the mental words, and Qui-Gon chuckles quietly. He can feel the quiet murmur of the Force that the sentiment is right, though the words are awkward.
"There will be more people if the rest of Queen Amidala's handmaidens survived, and join her here." He rubs Ceseri'sado's back to help her calm, and to disperse the remaining fragments of her nightmare. "It won't be so quiet then."
/Good./ Ceseri'sado shifts, turning her head so she can speak aloud again, a frown on her face. "It shouldn't be this quiet. We shouldn't be alone here."
"And who do you think is missing, little one?"
Jedi Leia, Leia at nine:
Leia curls into as tight a ball as she can, jaw clenched tightly shut against the screams that want to claw their way out, and watches the narrow sliver of doorway she can see from under her bed. Waiting for her father to follow her, to punish her for her defiance again. He wants her to be angry at him, to use that in her training, and she is trying very hard not to let him make her do so. It's hard to remember that he used to be the funny boy - nine, like she is now - Master Qui-Gon remembers meeting.
Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.
She keeps repeating the mantra to herself, not daring to even reach for the Force to soothe herself, and lead her father straight to her. He will find her anyway, with so few places to hide, but she doesn't need to make it easy for him.
Sitting up, Qui-Gon picks Ceseri'sado off the floor, letting her bury her face in his shoulder. He should have insisted on going with the others, so she had her creche-mates with her, sleeping together as they had in the Temple. There is enough nightmare fodder without subjecting her to the loneliness of a solitary room.
/No. Here. I'm supposed to be here, with everyone here./ The same stubborn streak he'd noticed before colors the mental words, and Qui-Gon chuckles quietly. He can feel the quiet murmur of the Force that the sentiment is right, though the words are awkward.
"There will be more people if the rest of Queen Amidala's handmaidens survived, and join her here." He rubs Ceseri'sado's back to help her calm, and to disperse the remaining fragments of her nightmare. "It won't be so quiet then."
/Good./ Ceseri'sado shifts, turning her head so she can speak aloud again, a frown on her face. "It shouldn't be this quiet. We shouldn't be alone here."
"And who do you think is missing, little one?"
Jedi Leia, Leia at nine:
Leia curls into as tight a ball as she can, jaw clenched tightly shut against the screams that want to claw their way out, and watches the narrow sliver of doorway she can see from under her bed. Waiting for her father to follow her, to punish her for her defiance again. He wants her to be angry at him, to use that in her training, and she is trying very hard not to let him make her do so. It's hard to remember that he used to be the funny boy - nine, like she is now - Master Qui-Gon remembers meeting.
Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.
She keeps repeating the mantra to herself, not daring to even reach for the Force to soothe herself, and lead her father straight to her. He will find her anyway, with so few places to hide, but she doesn't need to make it easy for him.