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09.27.2012 , 06:44 AM |
: Parenthood (mostly), Affection (also)
: Varrel Umrahiel
Spoilers for SW story. Occurs well after class story complete. Quick snippet.
Vashutarl was Varrelís granddaughter, who died (he believes) at the Academy. Iím considering having her surviveóvia the LS Jaesa companion questsóand make her my JK. When I get around to rolling a JK.
Varrel carried the fussy infant out into the garden. They needed to sleep, the boy and Jaesa both, but they fed on each otherís irritation making rest, let alone sleep, impossible. Of course the child was Force-sensitive. He didnít need Sith oracles or special tests to tell him that. Varrel knew, just like he knew his sonís brown hair, his blue (for now) eyes, and the birthmark in a place destined to make girls giggle, when he got old enough to be interested in girls.
He rocked the baby in his arms, feeling soft, toothless gums chewing on his finger. He was a father again. He had forgotten how much work a newborn was. Here by the pond, away from his overtired mother, Varrel felt the little boy relaxing. He would sleep soon, dreaming those shapeless dreams of babies. What a strange sight they must be. The Emperorís Wrath, the man other Sith no doubt invoked to ensure their childrenís obedience, walking barefoot in his garden holding an infant slowly falling asleep while chewing on his little finger.
Two thoughts followed quick on the heels of that incongruous image. The first: the boy must go to the Academy. Keeping him out too long would do him a disservice, denying the connections heíd need later as he grew to an adult, as well as invaluable experience in Sith society. The deadly games in the Academies didnít end once you left.
Second: to ensure the first, he would find a way to lengthen his life beyond the Human norm.
This Vashutarl would be ready. This Vashutarl would survive.
Varrel smiled. Baby Vashutarl cooed and slept.
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