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10.28.2012 , 09:04 AM |
Kabeone, excellent story of the Night Herald. Kinda like Halloween for the Oroboro nest!
Here's the follow on to the Disguises prompt, no spoilers, adding Magdalane to the mix and expanding the timeline/story.
Corso watched the multitude of robed figures with intense interest and a little unease. He knew he was to meet his captain’s sister here, but he’d never been Tython before, much less around this many force users, and it unnerved him. He’d heard of Jedi but never seen one before he left Ord with the Peace Brigade, and even then the one he met was a knight. The Captain’s sister was a sage, a healer and a diplomat. He’d seen her on the holo once, and already had an idea of what she looked like. Nothing like my captain, he thought, and remembered the look in Miriah’s silver eyes as she asked him to retrieve her sister from the planet. She was worried, and also excited, he thought. Ever since their kiss on Taris, he’d been tuned in to her, wondering every other second or so where they stood. He’d almost kissed her again last night, he thought, but the look on her face held him back. Never seen her so excited to see someone from her past, he thought, and scanned the robed figures again for Magdalane.
Magdalane felt the anxious force signature of the man her sister had sent long before she actually saw him. Mir said he’d be anxious, she thought, and she wasn’t wrong. She smiled as she felt the mix of his emotions, nervousness, curiosity, and then the warm heat of quite another emotion. Interesting, she thought, as she made her way toward Corso. Very interesting indeed. She introduced herself, and Corso shook her hand, his own large, slightly calloused one engulfing her slender one. The jolt of force power had him bliniking his eyes, but the cool calming she infused him with made it easier for him to breathe. He took her bag as they headed for the shuttle he’d piloted down to the surface.
As they settled and Corso prepared to fly back to the
, she studied the young man. Much as Miriah described, she thought, as she observed the quick, sure motions of his hands as he ran through the system checks. It pains me that Miriah still won’t visit Tython, she thought, but I can’t blame her. This world hasn’t always been very pleasant for her.
Corso watched the Jedi out of the corner of his eye, still a little nervous and wondering about that jolt of cool something she had when he’d shook her hand. I guess that was force power, he thought, and wondered if she even noticed it anymore. He’d never met someone who was so calm, so serene that even he could feel it. He told her to make sure she was strapped in, then lifted off the surface of the planet, his captain’s home world. Mags felt the quick jolt of passion when his thoughts turned to her sister, but he calmed himself quickly. She waited until he was out of the atmosphere to speak, not wanting to distract him.
“So, Corso, does my sister know you’re in love with her?” she asked him, hiding her smile. His quick head turn, accompanied by the blush that heated his face, told her that he was caught completely off guard.
“I’ve asked her if I could court her, and she agreed, but she still has all these walls around her,” he finally coughed out, and Mags was impressed that he’d seen those walls. They had more than a few hours to talk, and instead of going head on with this, she instead asked him about his family, his childhood.
“I grew up with both parents on Ord Mantell, we had a ronto farm there before the seps killed them, “ he told her, turning his deep brown eyes to her own green ones. “I have great memories of being a child there, the outdoors and the livestock. My parents were great, loved each other and me.” He grinned, thinking of his mother’s smile and his dad’s laugh. He saw the smile on Magdalane’s face, she was feeling what he felt, the warmth and love. He told her several stories of growing up on Ord, of his life. She knew now that her sister had revealed none of her own childhood, and her fears of letting anyone close to her.
“Corso, I am going to tell you now of another world, another life, and maybe it will help you see what you face in your pursuit of Miriah. Has she told you anything of how she grew up?”
He thought for a minute. “She’s told me she has two sisters, and that she never knew her father, but that’s about all.”
“I see,” Mags said, “then you know that she was born a few months after our father was killed in a Sith attack on Coruscant. Our mother left her in the care of our middle sister, Maura, who was not quite four years old, and a house droid when she was a week old. Her childhood was spent trying to win our mother’s love, and even though Maura and I loved her very much, she never got over the fact that our mother abandoned her. She’s faced rejection many times over the years, and eventually she got to the point that she vowed to let no one close to her. It seemed easier for her to bear that way, and she built those walls you see.” Magdalane shifted her long legs, moving her thick robe to get more comfortable, and saw the sadness in the young man’s eyes as he digested her words. His feelings ran from sad, to hurt, and then to longing.
Oh, Miriah, you’re so toast
, she thought. She let him run through the gamut of emotions, then spoke again. “She has no idea of how unconditional love works, or any love, really. Her feelings for you confuse her, scare her, and ultimately will cause her to run away rather than be rejected if she acknowledges them.” He sat, lost in thought, while she asked the replicator aboard the small craft for tea.
“What do I do then? How do I let her know what I feel without her feeling threatened?” He turned his worried eyes to the Jedi, seeking the knowledge there.
She sighed. “Are you sure that you want this? Because if she ever gives in, trusts you enough to love you and risk the hurt, she will not easily survive a reversal of the emotions.” She almost held her breath waiting for his answer, and when it came she knew without a doubt he was sincere.
“I want a life with her. I love her with my whole heart, and want nothing more than her forever, “ he confessed, and Mags was hit with the power of the young man’s emotions. She hid her grin, and thought, Good answer.
“Now, then, my young padawan, let’s talk about what you can do to get my sister to drop those defensive walls.” The rest of their journey was spent with Magdalane offering advice, and Corso eagerly soaking up the wisdom of the Jedi.
Love is the strongest magic of them all.