I'm Not sure what to title these things anymore

[Saran Drast]

It was surprising the things that visiting a place could do to you. She had gone to visit Jacob's grave less than a week ago, and it never got easier. Years later she still held the pain. Alone in the corner of the sprawling Casino, the Miraluka sighed. Sometimes she wished she had someone to talk to. She couldn't with Dawn, the girl was too young. Anarya had her own problems. She wasn't sure if Gen or Regor would care, or even listen. Maybe the Jedi had been right.

Maybe love was wrong.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Saran Drast"]

"Hey." The voice in question would likely be different, though she could likely recognize the tone, as Circe chose to sit down across from her. "I sensed you weren't doing so hot, so I thought I'd come over here and check on you." Hopefully Circe could help assuage some of the issues and frustrations Saran was experiencing. "I'm Vanessa. Circe told me a lot about you."

 

[Saran Drast]

The voice sounded familiar, if not something she knew. "Circe told you about me?" Her voice shook as the bar droid brought a drink. "Are you her..... Daughter?" Her voice sounded familiar, and from what she knew of Circe, a kid wouldn't suprise her. "I can guess she told you what happened a few years ago." She didn't want to say it out loud. Jacob's death was still haunting her. "Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth it."
[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Saran Drast"]

"In a sense." She chose not to elaborate on the fact that she was Circe, that she was technically her own daughter with Silara, or any of the other complicated stuff. "She chose not to elaborate on it that much. Said you were one of the many people who stuck out from the crowd to her, that she brought to her and held close until they wanted to be let go. What happened with regards to Jacob, Saran?"

Who knew where it could go from here?