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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 6, 2016 12:28:54 GMT -8
"...I see."
Na'an picked up the fruit again, looking sadly at it rather than the child on the other side of the table. She picked at it again, peeling a thick segment away from the whole and proffering it to Morgan with a grave smile. "It's always the pretty ones, isn't it. But remember what I said back in the medbay?"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 6, 2016 14:52:20 GMT -8
*Morgan only nodded at Na'an's acknowledgement, then just stared at the offered fruit as she continued to speak. "Always the pretty ones"... well, not always. As far as what Na'an said in the medbay...* "... but I survived."
*She looked away for a moment, briefly ignoring the fruit.* "... barely."
*She sighed and looked at Na'an, then the fruit, the reached out to accept it, but didn't eat it yet.* "If Felucia hadn't saved my life, I'd be dead. ... I was dead. Technically..." *That had been so long ago, but her memories remained vivid. The luring, the attack, the delicate balance between life and death... Granted, what followed had been perhaps the most wonderful time of her life, and it only boosted her affinity with the planet. She was grateful for it and wouldn't trade it for anything, but that didn't make the cost any less horrifying.*
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 6, 2016 15:09:45 GMT -8
"Hey, barely surviving still counts. Believe me, I've been there."
Na'an pulled a thick chunk of the fruit apart, licking the juice off her fingers before biting into the flesh with relish. "And if you want technicalities, talk to Leigh," she continued after swallowing. "In my mind, even if you're just a lil' bit alive at the end of the story, you win. You go home if you have one, and you make good. And pardon my familiarity, but you seem to be making more good than most I've seen with a story like yours."
She flashed her grave smile again, resting her head in her hands and watching for Morgan's reaction.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 6, 2016 15:32:43 GMT -8
*Na'an had been there? Well, based on the tales she told about her scars, that wasn't too surprising. Morgan finally bit into the fruit, making a bit of a face at the pungent flavor. After getting over the initial shock and adjusting to the flavor, she slowly finished it, barely enjoying it due to the mood.
Na'an was strangely treating this revelation of Morgan's technical death lightly, instead doing what Morgan should have been: Focusing on the positives at the end of the day. Morgan looked away and idly nodded, sighing.* "I guess... but the flashbacks aren't fun..." *Her eyes found a window and her gaze lingered there, at the jungle outside. She felt a bit of a longing at that moment, as though simply being outside was the cure to her current mood, but she had to control herself for the moment.*
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 10, 2016 19:21:14 GMT -8
"Nope. Never are."
Na'an sat back to finish her sandwich and let the silence between them settle. Her good eye, pale and colorless in the halogen lights of the dining hall, lingered on Morgan, taking in the little twinges and shifts in expression. She pursed her mouth as if thinking through something mildly important, then spoke again.
"Anyone ever teach you how to meditate?"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 10, 2016 19:45:51 GMT -8
*Morgan took advantage of the silence to finish her own sandwich. At first, she felt too distraught to appreciate her newest work of art, which was perhaps the most frustrating of anything that had happened today, and it even showed on her face. It started to come together eventually, but it barely lifted her spirits at all.
Eventually she finished her meal and looked at Lokay, who had since curled up on the table's surface for a quick nap. Her attention returned to Na'an when she asked if she was taught how to meditate. She nodded, replying,* "It was one of the first things I learned." *Tilting her head, she asked,* "Why?"
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 18, 2016 16:50:50 GMT -8
"It might help you with the flashbacks. I remember when I first..." Na'an trailed off, the mildly thoughtful look on her face suddenly replaced with something altogether sharper. She raised her head and sniffed the air.
"That's off," she said. "Do you smell smoke--"
It was like a thunderbolt had hit the table. Na'an inhaled sharply, then winced at the breath as if whatever she had smelt had momentarily burnt her lungs. "Kriff," she swore reflexively, half rising from the table.There was nothing gentle in the motion, or the word--it was as if the young woman had been suddenly replaced with a wild direcat, ready to snap at the first being that spoke.
The pain in her voice passed quickly, but Na'an was given no time to recover, to return to her former good humor or even try to explain what had wiped it away. A small, tinny beep had started in her left ear--Leigh's comm frequency.
"I...um, Morgan, I think I have to take this." Na'an gave Morgan a strained, apologetic grin, then cocked her head towards her eyepatch to listen to the incoming message. The smile, already false, faded in seconds as she heard her former teacher's voice, coupled with Leigh's.
Na'an, I just received this message now. Master Iorek sounds like this may be an urgent matter, but it was addressed to you:
"...Kriff."
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 18, 2016 17:53:46 GMT -8
*Meditation, helping with the flashbacks? In her experience, not entirely true. But Na'an oddly trailed off before asking if Morgan smelled smoke. Frowning, Morgan looked around, mostly toward the kitchen, and sniffed the air before shaking her head.* "I don't—" *Her response was cut off by Na'an's sudden reaction, coupled by a swear. She jumped in her seat and her eyes widened, but whatever just possessed Na'an, it didn't stay long.
Morgan simply remained silent, concerned etched on her face, nodding when Na'an said she had to take an apparent communication. But that was met by another swear from Na'an, and then silence. Waiting to be sure she wouldn't be interrupting, Morgan tilted her head ever-so-slightly, asking,* "What is it?"
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 19, 2016 17:58:36 GMT -8
Na'an didn't look at Morgan. "It's...a friend of mine, sort of. I think he's in trouble...he wants me at Yavin but..." She sucked in a breath, which no longer seemed to pain her, and sunk into her seat. "Here I am, having given my ship to smugglers. Star's end, he's got wonderful timing."
She tore into the last few bites of her sandwich furiously, as if trying to inhale the entire meal as fast as possible. "No time for the trial, no time to wait for the smugglers, no time to just sit and kriffing breathe--well, I'm going to eat first, gorram it, and then--"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 20, 2016 17:51:00 GMT -8
*A friend? Who wanted her at Yavin? But wasn't Yavin...
Morgan barely had time to think as Na'an, in a huff, let off another swear-laden ramble in a huff. Morgan just stared at her, wondering what could have gotten her in such a mood; not that she'd known Na'an long enough to know whether or not this was normal for her, but so far she'd seemed fine.* "Who?" *she blurted out, somewhat in concern; perhaps an attempt to help Na'an focus?* "And... why Yavin? I thought Yavin... wasn't being used anymore..." *To put it lightly.*
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 22, 2016 5:33:20 GMT -8
"And that's another problem. What's Rutil doing on Yavin anyway? Between that and...."
Na'an trailed off. She filled the uncomfortable silence with the second half of her fruit, which she stuffed whole into her mouth. She rose fully when she swallowed, wiping her mouth angrily. "I don't feel good about any of this. I'm going to go find Leigh and...a ship, I guess. Maybe those smugglers haven't gotten past the system yet."
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 23, 2016 13:32:08 GMT -8
"Old Hornyhead?" *Morgan commented with her head tilted to the side when she learned who was waiting for Na'an on Yavin. When she realized she'd let the nickname she and some of her peers used for him slip, she almost slapped her hand over her mouth in fear of some sort of retribution. Otherwise, she didn't have much of a response, unsure what to make of Na'an's ramblings...*
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 23, 2016 19:32:18 GMT -8
Even as Na'an moved away from the table, Morgan's slip did not go unnoticed. "My academy clan always called him 'Wreck-It Iorek'," she said as she slipped past the food tables to key open the door. "But only out of earshot. Otherwise it's always 'sir'. Are you coming? I believe Leigh is with your mother, now. And I may need to see the Master again sooner than I'd like."
She didn't look back to see if Morgan was coming, and while her voice was trying to be friendly, every line of her back still showed her real anxiety. The hand that hadn't opened the door crept onto her hip, and nestled between the bulge in her pocket and the shoto clipped to her belt.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 24, 2016 18:06:58 GMT -8
*Na'an replied to Morgan's slip with a nickname her own clan used, which momentarily left Morgan bewildered until she spluttered with stifled laughter. At least they weren't the only ones...
Morgan didn't hesitate to follow along, stopping only to double back and grab her utensils and wake Lokay, before taking the utensils to the repository before catching up with Na'an. Any chance to spend time with her mama Morgan was going to take in a flash. Plus, she didn't feel like she was done getting to know Na'an yet!*
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