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11.19.2012 , 08:08 AM |
Seven Virtues- Wisdom
Miriah and Magdalane, no spoilers
Timeline continues from the cantina
Miriah met Magdalane in her room over the cantina the next morning. “I take it that you and my first mate have formed a bond?” she asked, after hugging her Jedi sister. Magdalane smiled her Jedi smile, the one that said “I know more than you do about this”, and it almost made Miriah mad. Almost. They got to see each other so seldom lately that she was reluctant to let anything be contentious between them.
“He’s a very sweet guy, Miriah. You realize he’s completely in love with you?” Mags had moved over to the breakfast she’d had sent to her room, and sat. Miriah had gone completely still. Mags hadn’t told her anything she hadn’t suspected, but just hearing the words out loud stunned her. “Miriah, you have eyes and ears, this cannot be a totally new idea to you.”
“No, “ she replied, “it’s not, but it still scares the force out of me, you know that.” Miriah joined her sister at the table, her appetite replaced by the thoughts of their dinner the evening before. She could still feel his fingers encircling her wrist, the warmth and gentleness of him washing over her in that moment. The moment she’d lost any interest in finding a flirting partner for the night, and settled in to spend the evening talking and drinking with him. He’d escorted her back to her ship around midnight, and they’d parted after a long kiss, neither of them able to sleep after that. She'd left early this morning, and didn't see any of her crew.
“If you could let go of your fear, you’d admit you have some feelings there as well,” Mags said, her Jedi smile on her lips again. She could feel the internal struggle her sister was having, even though her face remained impassive. Mags put her hand over her sister’s, getting those silver eyes to look into her own brilliant green ones. “I have no doubts, Mir, that he is committed to you already. You just have to defeat your own barriers to others to be happy with him.” Miriah felt the cooling calm infuse her, from Magdalane’s force use, and it steadied her breathing and slowed her heartbeat from the immediate flight reaction she always had to the thought of anyone really loving her. She absently touched her lips, the memory of that kiss lingering there, and broke the eye contact with her sister.
“Let’s leave that for now, how are things going with the diplomatic corps?” Miriah asked, and Mags answered. Only Miriah didn’t really hear anything but the same question, over and over, in her mind.
What if he’s the one
Love is the strongest magic of them all.