Shiraya Fallen
D E E P S P A C E
| Aboard The Vere |
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| Aboard The Vere |
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"Family is something more than a shared surname,
and runs much deeper than blood;
family is the bone deep sense that even in a galaxy of uncertainties,
your soul has an anchor to keep you on course."
- Jaggen Ee'everwest to a young Teyla
Perhaps it was in part, her own fault. Despite her best efforts to connect with Blaire, Teyla always felt a step removed. Baros seemed to understand her mind much better than she ever could, and because of that connection between father and daughter, she'd glossed over trying to solve the mysteries of her youngest. Forcing herself to ignore the worries that surfaced out of the fear that she might say the wrong thing and create yet another stumbling block, some hinderance in the way of her daughters personal growth.
But, Baros Sal-Soren was not here to offer his support, and having spent more time with Blaire, Teyla increasingly worried her daughter was so lost in herself and in the shelter of nobility, that she lacked the necessary strength for the dangers of the journey that lie ahead of them.
No longer was she a child that could be soothed by the simplicity of being rocked in her parents arms, protected from the perils of a rough road and scraped knees. The Hapan court was rife with betrayal, bloodshed, and ruthless despots. It was nothing like the peaceful lives they'd lead on Naboo, where even the lowest amongst them was afforded the same level of respect as royalty, because of the simple belief that all life held value.
While her sister Eline Djo had promised them safety, it would be foolish to lower their guard.
That was why she'd called Blaire to the dojo in the early hours of the latest sleep cycle, to cultivate courage and sow the seeds of strength, stamping out the roots of self-doubt.
From beyond the sliding door, she felt the presence of her daughter and a slight smile tugged at her clever lips.
"Good morning," she said with a musical lilt to her voice, back turned and opening one of the cabinets inside the makeshift dojo, pulling out a spool of white bandages and wrapping her hands in preparation, head dipped in concentration. "I know your father has seen to your being trained in the art of Teras Kasi and Echani martial arts." turning, she tossed the wrappings to Blaire with a nod. "Wrap your hands and remove your shoes before you come onto the mat. I want you to show me what you've learned from these lessons."
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