A Moment of Peace

[Eenia Vahn]

There was something hauntingly fitting about the abandoned playground that Eenia had found. She had left The Rest, just needing to get outside and just out of her head space in general. To be perfectly honest, she had no idea how far she had gone, or how long she had been walking before she found this place. It couldn't have been too far, because her legs and feet hadn't been protesting over much by the time she had stopped walking and found an old rusty swing to sit down on.

The quiet was soothing, oddly enough. Normally the quiet was something she fretted with. Quiet gave her too much room to think, too much time to ponder over the things that had happened and why. But here, in this place, the quiet was comfortable. Maybe it was because she understood how the abandonment of such a place felt. She knew exactly what it had been through, and could relate so thoroughly it was unreal. Whatever the case, Eenia sighed and lifted her feet so that the swing would move.

A creak of the rusty chains made the blonde lift her gaze up towards the structure, and she studied it thoroughly as she swung again, making sure that the old things wouldn't snap beneath her at any given point. Once she was assured they would hold, Nia let herself swing slowly. It may look or seem depressing to some, but in that moment she at least felt comfortable, and that was saying something for her, as of late.


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[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade had the few miles surrounding the Rest memorized better than any map ever could ever give her. She'd made it her mission over a year and a half ago, and after coming back from the space between dimensions, had come back incognito more than once to catch up on what changed had occurred. Normally, despite her best friend working at the place, she would not have cared; but it was not just him there. His son was there as well, especially now that he too was training to become a Jedi, and Scherezade did not trust the peace that the Silvers enjoyed to last in any capacity. War could be smelled on the air in every planet she had visited in the past few months, and she had to be ready. Worlds could burn. But those she cared about would survive.

She also knew where her favorite spots were; there were a bunch of playgrounds spread around, to support the populace's children. Children loved these sort of the thing, and perhaps it was the fact that despite Scherezade looking and often behaving like an adult, she'd existed as a non-baby for only a year and a half at this point. A decade if you counted the time spend in between that year and a half in another dimension, being tortured. It was… A complicated story. But she loved playgrounds. A few times she had attempted to use one while others were there, but it had always felt awkward. So the abandoned ones for her it was, then.

Initially, the Sithling had arrived on the planet with the hopes of surprising her best friend with a lunch, but as he was not available, she figured she could hit a playground for a bit before returning back to Confederate space. She had been several times by now to the abandoned playground she was aiming for. It was old, it was rusty… It was lovely. And during all the times she'd visited, not once had she seen another soul there, not a human, not a Wookie, not even a street cat, so there was no reason for her to consider spreading forth with her senses via the Force before arriving to check if anyone could've been there.

And once she was there, Scherezade froze. Sitting on the swings was a… Girl? Woman? Young adultish person with blonde hair, who was enjoying the swing. The green glow of her eyes focused on her for a moment before Scherezade shrugged, and walked forward, deciding to occupy the swing just next to the other woman's, and she gave it a little push with her legs, saying nothing yet.

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[Eenia Vahn]

It wasn't until Eenia heard footsteps that her feet sank to the ground and skid her and her swing to a halt. Man, she really was out of tune with the Force, not that she didn't already know that, but to sit there and realize how easily she could be snuck up on was a serious slap to the back of the head. She eyed the other woman, and her fingers drummed lightly against the rusty chain they were wrapped around as she watched and waited for some sort of reaction.

Luckily - for herself, and she knew it - this other body merely made her way closer and took up occupancy in the swing beside her. For a moment Nia remained still, and then she made a soft noise in her throat and let her feet up so that she would swing slowly again. For a long time she was quiet, just allowing the squeak of the rusty chains fill the air between them. The longer they sat however, the more it seemed that this woman now beside her was familiar with the place, while Eenia of course was not. Her lips pursed, and then her brow creased in the middle some.

"Sorry if I've invaded your spot." the words were sincere, though the tone used to get them out was a little empty. That was the case a lot for Nia as of late. "But is is a pretty good one." she added with a shrug of the shoulder.


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[Scherezade deWinter]

For a while, the two females just sat there in silence, each gently swinging in her own little swing. Scherezade had considered breaking the silence several times, but eventually just let it go, realizing she had nothing of value to offer in words. It was her sister that always knew what to say and how to say it, to make the most awkward of situations nothing less than a pleasant encounter. The Blood Hound as not as such blessed.

What went through the other woman's mind, Scherezade did not know, and did not pry. It would, most likely, not take overly much of her to simply take the thoughts, collect the surface thoughts to herself without ever asking for permission. But to do so on Kashyyk and for no actual reason… She was a Sith, and a Master of the Force, yet it was not her way. She remained silent, giving herself another small push so that her swing would go ever so slightly higher.

It was only when the other woman gave words that Scherezade ceased to push, looking her over. The words were genuine, yet there was a hue to them that the Sithling understood all too intimately, though she could not point exactly to the name of that sensation.

"It's hardly mine," she responded the same, "I just come here often whenever I visit the Rest."

More silence followed the statement.

"I like swings," Scherezade finally said, "They're… Swingy."

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[Eenia Vahn]

The response garnered from the other woman admittedly caused Eenia's eyebrows to crease almost all of the way until they met in the middle, and her head turned so that she could look at the other woman. That...had been an odd sort of reply. Not the part about not having a claim to the playground, but the part about the swings.

And yet, Nia smiled. It was a little awkward looking sure, since her brow remained pulled down, but it was at least some semblance of a smile. "Yeah," she nodded her head and looked upwards towards the chains holding her own swing in place again. "I suppose that they are." she agreed.

Once again the blonde swung in silence, just barely lifting her feet on occasion to let gravity do the slow work. And then she sighed, a deep and heavy sound, before her attention once again shifted to the other woman. "I'm Eenia." she offered her name casually enough. If they were going to share playground space, might as well know who they were sharing it with.


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[Scherezade deWinter]

Awkward agreement was better than disagreement. Scherezade pushed the ground with her legs again, going ever so slightly higher. But, it came with a smile, which was warmly returned. Maybe… Maybe Scherezade wasn't actually making a mess of the small talk thing right now. Maybe things would be just fine and she wouldn't drive the stranger away just because she was simply herself.

That sigh though, that made the Sithling question the thought she'd had but a moment ago. Sighs were usually not a sign of good things, right? But no, instead, the woman…. Introduced herself.

Scherezade grinned. She didn't have actual memories of playgrounds as a child, mostly because she'd never gotten the opportunity to be one. She and her twin brother had been a year old when they were placed in pebbles, and seven hundred years later she was suddenly an adult after having spent all that time in between alone and in the Darkness.

"I'm Scherezade," she replied with a little wave before kicking herself even higher on the swing, "are you part of the student thing at the Rest?"

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[Eenia Vahn]

That...was a very unique name, one that caused Eenia's brows to loft just a little as she mulled it over a few times in her head. Why wasn't her name something exotic sounding?

That was a silly thing to wonder really, and the Nia's head shook a bit because of it. Her own name was just fine, after all. Different, unique in its own way, and it suited her to boot. That was all that really mattered, now wasn't it? But when the blond was asked about the Rest, ocean green eyes looked in the direction of her current home, even if she couldn't really see it from here. "Yeah, I am." she answered with a nod of her head. "Though I certainly don't feel like a very good student as of late..." she added with a sigh.

Once again her feet came up so that gravity would allow her to swing a little. Her fingers tightened against the chains and when she touched her feet down against the ground it was so that she could push herself just a little to get a slow swing going. "What about you? Do you have some sort of business on Kashyyyk?" she questioned curiously.


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[Scherezade deWinter]

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Not a very good student. Scherezade smiled softly, missing an opportunity to kick the ground with her legs again. She knew that feeling all too well; it was pretty much what she'd been living and breathing most of the time since her extraction from the pebble, since coming back to being alive. She could be as wild and as successful with as many missions as inhumanly possible and it was still not enough to feel particularly good at anything.

The second time, she didn't miss. Her legs kicked and even higher she went. The moment Scherezade loved most was that split of an instant, when her body seemingly froze between ground and sky, having finished rising up but not yet beginning to go down. That, right there, was freedom.

"I wanted to visit a friend," she finally answered after a few more swings, "but he's busy. Teaching a class or something at the Rest. And I'm currently on a break between teaching some of the Jedi there myself."

Scherezade grinned. "I give some of them lessons on how to fight Darksiders and Sith."

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[Eenia Vahn]

That seemed to catch Eenia's full attention once again, and the blonde's feet skidded against the ground as she worked to slow herself back down from the swinging motion. "You teach?" she questioned, though since she had clearly just been told as such, she made a noise in the back of her throat and continued to clarify. "What sorts of lessons do you teach?" she then asked. Yes, she had heard what the lessons were for, she wasn't deaf nor was she so intrigued that she didn't understand what was said to her.

No, she wanted to know what sort of tactics were taught against Darksiders and Sith. With Eenia's occasional brush with darkness, such things could really be helpful to her, after all.

But again she paused, and her brow pulled down in the middle. "Sorry if that's nosy..." she did at least offer. "I'm not sure what's okay to ask and what's not when it comes to instructors and their techniques."


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[Scherezade deWinter]

"It's fine," Scherezade said with a smile and a shrug, kicking the ground again to send the swing higher. It was probably the first time anyone had been excited about the concept of her teaching anyone anything. Most people tended to just roll their eyes, or continue whatever it was their doing as though they hadn't even heard it.

"Basically I attack and attack and attack until the Padawans figure out what to do against me," she shrugged, "trying to emulate the battle field as much as I can, though I'm in full control so I don't actually cause permanent injury or death."

The lessons were fun to her. Even if some of those who'd attended thus weren't exactly Padawans, or in need of these lessons. Still, it gave her something to do, a way to prep the Silvers for the upcoming wars against the Sith, who would no doubt be backing the Mandalorians up.

"Have they given you any training like that yet?" she asked as her swing began to slow down once more, "You're obviously older than most padawans but this sort of training could only do anyone good. There's no promise that the next time you stumble across someone from the Sith Empire that they won't attack on sight."

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[Eenia Vahn]

That was...definitely intense, and yet Eenia couldn't find it in herself to be surprised by the method. Not due to some stereotypical thoughts, but because really? It made perfect sense. If someone was going to be training to go up against the Sith, they needed to know exactly what they were going up against, right?

"That makes a scary amount of sense." the blonde stated with a nod, though her not thoughtful gaze had drifted forward. "To be perfectly honest, I haven't had much of any training lately. I was on medical restriction for a while, so I'm a bit rusty." Plus, there was her current aversion to using the Force, which was where her strengths lay. But while she could admit the one, she didn't bring up the other.

"But before all of that, no." her head shook and her gaze once again found Scherezade. "Master Dragonsflame teaches us a lot, and we do plenty of sparring and go out on missions, but I personally haven't done anything like what you're talking about."


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[Scherezade deWinter]

A scary amount of sense. Scherezade nodded, enjoying the way Eenia had phrased that. Scary amount of sense. It was enough to send her giggling like a little child.

Yet when the other woman admitted to not having training lately, the Sithling immediately ceased to swing, looking at her. Really looking at her. A medical restriction wasn't enough of a reason – there were various way to train, and not just physically. When Scherezade's body was out, her mind was still in. Unless Eenia had recently suffered some form of brain damage, there was simply no excuse. Not if they wanted to keep her alive, anyway.

"Then you should," she said, "Josh and I have a lot of disagreements regarding training. Both professional and personal."

It was true. While Josh was her best friend, she kept nagging him, along with her sister, to train his son. To be harder on his students in sessions. So far both of them had only a little bit of luck, but maybe… What if…

"What was your medical restriction, and what's your status now?" Scherezade asked, turning around to completely face Eenia while still sitting, though she was no longer swinging at all, "Would you like me to show you?"

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