Her training on Mustafar was grueling, but worth it. When she looked within, she knew she was ready. If she had believed in the standards set by the Jedi Order, she would test and qualify for what they considered Master Rank. Reaching out with her Empathy, now enhanced by her connection to the Force, she could now sense the animals, the humanoids, and occasionally the trees (most noticably on Dathomir), around her. It was almost effortless, and she smiled happily at the feeling.
*a familiar mindtouch*
She recognizes Noel immediately... but something was off about his mind tone. He was extremely exhausted from the day of work he had.
*Noel, can you hear me?*
*Hi Dev*
*Wow, you sound tired... where are you?*
*In my retreat in the mountains, trying to relax, you?*
*On my way there, with a good bottle* *mental chuckle*
*I'll be here* *feels him smile*
She arrives at his retreat, and hands him the bottle as he kisses her cheek, just like he greets all of his female friends. Thrilling at the touch more than she should (or thought she should), she smiles warmly at him.
"You look like hell, Noel." He laughs and says "Thanks a alot."
They pour the drinks, discussing how her training has gone, the fact that she feels she is finally ready. It felt good to really catch up with her old friend, outside of the Master/Student relationship. She knew that there were some recent upheavals in his life, and some suprising changes in his family connections. She asked him what was on his mind... he told her everything... the Grandmother he never knew he had, the two brothers, who were both something like him, both businessmen of sorts. Told her about the new business arrangement with Advent, Ltd... how one of the two brothers was taking over... about how he felt with this sudden family thrust upon him.. It was a good conversation, good drink... in fact, they didn't notice that the once full bottle was now gone, finished off between the two of them.
"This will never do," chuckles Noel as he walks... none to straightly.. to behind the bar, and pulls up another bottle of the scotch they were drinking... "Care for another, Dev?" Devia laughs and holds up her glass in salute... laughing heartily, and feeling rather drunk herself...
The scotch lets them drop their barriers a bit ... they talk about the past... About plans... wishes... and about the relationship between them that neither were ready for... they had both been too wounded and were healing... Talked of regret... how both of them had changed since then... Dev catches him staring at her legs as she got up to get something from her packs left at the door.. his eyes watch her every movement.. Sparks fly between them.. old flames that the alcohol fuels... old barriers that it threatens to break down...
They both act... find comfort in each other for the evening... once again... the old promise of "No expectations" springing to life again... do either of them truly believe it?
Devia finally falls asleep with a smile on her face, and a quiet thought to herself...
"I wonder where things will go... but it will be an interesting ride."
Truth seen through the bottom of a bottle...
Thursday, January 26, 2006
posted by Devia at 8:17 PM
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