Private Many Facets Illuminate the Soul

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

Lysander stood just outside the stable, simply breathing in the tranquility before their journey to the Kyber crystal caves on Ukatis. He was covered in layers of warmth, perfectly suited for the cool air; a rich indigo tunic hugged his upper torso, and black leggings were meant to provide easy movement. It was complimented by a luxurious gray cloak.

With his mare, Nari, next to him, he found peace and comfort in her company, from the bond they shared. She was more than just a horse; she had been a companion in many quiet moments before his journey as a Padawan began on Coruscant. Her sleek coat was a beautiful blend of white and deep brown patches, as though painted by the strokes of a brush. Reaching out, Lysander's hand glided down her face, feeling the warmth under his fingers. A small smile graced the boy's lips as her large, dark eyes met his. The trust and comfort kindled at least lightened the heavy weight placed upon his shoulders from the trip that lay ahead to Korriban.

Half of a Meiloorun fruit was retrieved from his satchel; its skin reflected under the faint sunlight. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as Nari nibbled greedily at it, finding joy in the simplicity of the moment.

In truth, this visit was much more than a farewell; it was also an opportunity to both cherish and appreciate the bond he shared with his eldest sister. It felt fitting, he thought, to spend these final moments with her. Lysander knew he couldn't speak of the journey ahead, the trials he intended to face head on, or the darkness he'd need to navigate alone. He didn't expect her to understand, or anyone else, for that matter. Cora had always been his guide, and he couldn't bear the thought of burdening her with the decisions he recently made.

Nari's muzzle soon brushed against his hand, interrupting his thoughts, as if asking for the other half of the Meiloorun fruit. He easily gave in to the gesture. Just after he reached for a leather saddle and placed it over her back, securing the straps and preparing to depart.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"You're going to spoil her, you know."

Cora tsked as she entered the stable, but couldn't hide the warmth of her smile nor the teasing levity in her voice.

When Lysander had left Coruscant to study on Naboo, it left bittersweet feeling in her heart. She knew that he would be safe there, but she'd missed him. Trips to visit her brother had been much less frequent since her council appointment, but they'd managed to carve out this rare moment of alignment from their respective schedules.

Hera, the charcoal mare trotting behind her, nickered and tried to brush Lysander's hand as he handed over the other half of the Meiloorun fruit.

"And you," Cora admonished as she ran her fingers through the horse's dark mane. "Jealousy is not a fitting look for a lady."

Perhaps fittingly, the mares were sisters. Born a few years apart, the distance between them was less than that between the two Ascania siblings. Distance that had never been felt quite as keenly as it had lately.

True to form, Cora had devised a task for them. They were to investigate and map the locations of Kyber crystal caves reported by civilians across the Ukatian countryside. Lysander, she argued to no one in particular, would be a valuable asset.

It was a thin veneer for them to spend time together.

With one foot on the stirrups, Cora lifted herself onto Hera's saddle. She glanced to Lysander as she adjusted - he might've been older and capable now, but Cora could still remember a time when she'd had to boost him atop the mount. Even from a young age, he’d always taken well to horses.

"Do you have everything you need? The first cave shouldn't be too far. Just a trek beyond the forest."

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

For once, Lysander's mind wasn't a storm of colliding thoughts, nor lost in memories from Naboo and the pursuits that took place there. His sister's voice cut through the lingering silence with a peculiar melody that easily captured his attention; his gaze flickered towards her for a moment. Clarity washed over while nostalgia surged through him.

Yet, just as quickly as it landed, his attention returned to Nari. “Too late for that,” he murmured. The Padawan recalled when he was younger, having countless treats stashed away in a secret spot, all for her. “I don’t think she would have been satisfied with anything less,” he added.

Emerald eyes landed on Hera next, a soft smile playing on his lips, and realizing how fitting it was that the von Ascania siblings would have such elegant horses from the same lineage. A chuckle escaped at Cora’s comment to the mare.

When she asked about his readiness, he nodded his head to confirm. “I have everything I need.” The satchel at his side was shifted, its contents having a handful of snacks, along with a couple of pouches filled with the Necula blend. A modest sized water canister was nestled into the saddle bag.

Wasting no more time, he mounted the horse. As they began to stroll away from the stall, Lysander's thoughts started to race. Strangely, feeling more emotional than usual, he also felt a tightness in his chest. It bothered him to know that sooner or later during this trip, he would be forced to lie to her. The blonde felt more vulnerable than he had anticipated, but at least there weren't any prying ears to hear whatever he might say; instead, there was just an empty field ahead of them. Swallowing hard, he acknowledged that he would still need to tread carefully, and not let anything slip up.

"You know," he began, feeling warmth spread through his being, "It's probably an odd time to say this, but I’ve really missed you." Surprisingly, it felt unguarded, and he didn’t have to hide under any bravado, either. Lysander then decided he would reveal a more hidden part of his persona, one that was pious. “I always make a prayer for your well being and safety outside of my meditation. You still inspire me, Coco, even if I don’t get to see you that often.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Something grim stirred beneath the surface of Lysander.

When they were younger - and living in the same manor - they'd pick up on eachother's moods with relative ease. Was her brother simply in the more somber, contemplative throes of teenage emotion? Perhaps if she'd been around more, it wouldn't have seemed strange.

It wasn't something she'd prod him about, not unless he gave her cause for concern. Lysander was entitled to his privacy.

Then, he said something so heartfelt that her expression nearly melted like warm butter. As cheeky as he could be, especially in the presence of others, he'd always been kind and loving at heart.

Cora smiled, holding back a swell of tearful affection. It was a relief to hear that, despite the distance, he still thought of her as she thought of him.

"Do you remember that book we used to read together?"

An anthology of old Ukatian lore. The tome was older than their great-grandfather, crafted with a taut leather cover and inlaid with watercolor artwork for each story. They would sit on the floor, toddler Lysander in Cora's lap as she held the book out in front of them both, reading aloud.

"You always loved that one story with the gallant knight. You'd make me pause reading so that you could look at the picture."

Her expression took on a faraway tinge as she peered back at the past. Cora could recall the way his tiny fingers traced the knight's shining armor with fascination.

"Even though you'd heard that story a thousand times, even though you knew how it would always end - you loved hearing it. And I loved reading it to you."

Cora's gaze passed over her brother, all golden hair and fine fabric atop an elegant mount, framed by the golden light of the sun.

"I think you're growing up to be that knight, Lysander. Maybe…maybe we could read that story together again some time. For old time's sake."

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

Lysander’s fingers tightened around the reins of Nari. His pull was gentle. For a few heartbeats, he simply listened to the mare’s hooves clopping against the ground. The sound was soothing. Cora’s words filled the air with more nostalgia, and in that moment, life felt unhurried.

Her words about the book poked at memories from the depths of his mind. Knights in armor had always captured his imagination. A smile graced his lips. Not only the book, but he also remembered the grand tournaments on Ukatis, with their displays of valor and chivalry. More specifically, he recalled always cheering for his favorite champion who bore the favor of a noble lady or princess, wearing their ribbon or even a flower. Something of devotion.

A light chuckle bubbled suddenly. “I admit, it’s still one of my favorite stories,” he confessed, his voice warm. “I could probably listen to it a thousand more times and never grow tired.”

Little had changed over the years; his heart merely transitioned from fairy tales to HoloDramas, especially those with a happy endings.

His features softened as boyish innocence unfurled, often hidden beneath his well known mischievous exterior– the same boy who still believed in knights and adventure. “If you want to read it again, I wouldn’t say no.” The invitation lingered in the space between them like a manifestation, exuding nothing less than warmth and familial love.

While his tone was steady, something else pressed through, though it wasn’t self doubt. Its complexities were something he hadn’t entirely figured out. “I appreciate your sentiments and belief in me.. but I'm not entirely sure if I possess the qualities of the knight that you picture me to be” He paused. The air felt heavier now. “What if I don’t meet those expectations? What if.. my destiny leads me down an entirely different path altogether? Would you still accept me, Cora?”

The Padawan's gaze drifted back towards the path leading to the first Kyber cave.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"We could both recite it by heart, I'd imagine."

Cora chuckled softly, a feather-light laugh carried on the gentle breeze that rolled through the field. Some things had a way of sticking in your mind, and that particular story was one. At times, it wasn't even about the story. They were bound through both blood and nostalgia.

There was a shift in Lysander, and he put words to the tension she'd sensed. Cora frowned in thought. She'd once worn the expectations lain before her by their father as a heavy shackle. A lead weight, one that had dragged her down a path of - what she'd believed to be at the time - righteous suffering. In the end, it had only been suffering.

Fear crept up her spine at the thought that she was unknowingly doing the same to her beloved brother. That concept was far more rattling than the idea that he might be wavering from the path of the Jedi.

She would not become their father. How could she bring herself to demand anything other than Lysander's safety and happiness?

Her gaze flicked to him again, both her eyes and voice softening.

"You will always be my brother, Lysander. Nothing will change that, whether you are a Jedi, a Ukatian Knight, or something else."

What was going through his head was not something she could fathom.

As their path began to descend between rocky cliffs set against the seashore, Cora was hit with a sense of unsettling familiarity. At once, she knew where they were headed.

Clearing her throat, she reestablished her hold on Hera's reins and slowed to a trot as they navigated along the narrowing route.

"What is on your mind? Did something happen?"

Ashla help anyone who might've been giving him trouble.

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

Lysander decided to keep his focus ahead; it wasn’t as if her affection went unnoticed; rather, it was as though she were trying to cast a net, attempting to trap the array of thoughts dancing beneath the depths of his emerald gaze. Naturally, he wanted to share them, to let her in on the storm brewing just below the serene facade. But he held back, not allowing the shadows to cross into the moment they shared. It was physically painful to do so, especially with the invisible thread that bound them; brother and sister, allies against the entire galaxy, even when his journey in the Light was nearing the end.

Inhaling a deep breath, Lysander allowed the crisp air to fill his lungs while taking in the view before them; he wanted to mention how the cliffs reminded him of their childhood, one full of shared laughter. Instead, he let the silence stretch, for it already spoke volumes. His body was inclined to give a dismissive wave of the hand, or perhaps even offer a shrug that meant the same. But more than anything, he wanted to take a different route; it was always easier to simply change the subject, rather than chance his words betraying him.

“You know me.. I’ve always been one to dance just outside the edges of any expectation placed upon me,” he began. There was a faint tremor in his voice. Fear flickered in the boy's mind. It was a feeling he’d spent more time meditating on recently; to some, it was a weakness, but Lysander’s had grown to understand the true nature behind it. Had Cora not been beside him, the Padawan would have embraced it fully, allowing it to consume him until it was forged into strength. But here on Ukatis, it was only a heavy weight pressing against his chest. “I’m not the brother you once knew,” he added. “You wouldn’t recognize me if you saw me alone.”

He had already failed her, even if she couldn’t see it yet. A myriad of words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill forth like a confession. “But, no matter what might happen, you should know that family will always be first for me. You’ve always been the one I looked up to, the first person I think of when I need help.”

Now, it was a space he didn’t wish to linger in any further, so he would begin to steer their conversation to different waters. “How long have the others here known about the kyber crystal caves? Honestly, I hope word doesn't travel too far. I wouldn’t wish to see unwanted attention drawn to our home.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora had to actively restrain her familial instincts from bubbling over into a flurry of questions. The subtle waver of Lysander's voice had her worried. She hoped, over nothing.

"And I will always help you," she assured softly. They were not idle words meant to pacify, but laden with genuine intent. Lysander would not remember a time when they were not siblings. Cora had been there when he learned to walk, holding his tiny hands in her own with his feet nestled atop her shoes. She'd been there when he'd spoken his first words.

His words now had her brow furrowing.

Wouldn't recognize him? Not the brother she knew?

A needle of visceral shame pierced her chest. Cora had been swept up into her newfound duties as a Jedi councilor, and as a consequence, had not reached out to her brother with the frequency she would have liked. How could she have let him fall to the wayside?

"I owe you an apology, Lysander. I...haven't been as present with you as an elder sister should be. Know that I'd sooner die than see any harm come to you." She looked to him, her eyes heavy with the weight of apology. "Should it not come to that...I would do anything to aid you if you need. I will do better to keep in contact, with me on Coruscant, and you on Naboo."

Cora tried to inject some encouragement into her smile, but her expression still appeared rather somber and regretful. When he turned his attention back to the caves, a rogue thought worked its way into her mind.

"Perhaps that is a good thing," she murmured, "that you do not blindly follow the expectations set before you."

The knight shook her head, focusing on the question he'd asked.

"Only a select few Jedi know. And…" she frowned, trailing off. Now that they were following the gentle slope towards the bottom of the cliff, she was certain that Lord Nwul had been the one to find the cave they were heading towards. "I've known for a few years. I discovered the first one while I was away from the Order, when I was married to Horace."

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

Guilt gnawed at Lysander relentlessly, intensifying with each word that fell from his sister's lips; it was a constant reminder of the truth he desired to reveal from the depths of his heart. Her answer was exactly what he expected, only serving to increase the turmoil. Deep down, he knew that she would always have his back. And in that moment, amidst the tempest of his own conscience, he suddenly realized that perhaps what he truly needed during these long absences was a simple, but gentle reminder of their bond.

His hands remained steady on the reins, guiding the mare down the slope, but his gaze had fallen to the back of her head, tracing the strands of Nari's mane and coat patterns. When Cora's apology broke the stillness, it cut Lysander deeper than any vibroblade ever could, a wave of selfishness and shame falling over him; he could have reached out, could have fought harder against the distance that bothered him so, could have even acted with more maturity instead of just retreating into his own mind.

Lysander then reminded himself he was here as a brother, rather than for them to be two souls grappling with the burden of their choices. Still, he maintained his silence until they reached the bottom of the slope; but as his head slowly turned to meet Cora again, a genuine smile crept across the boy's face, warm enough to break down the walls that had begun to form around him. “Cora,” he began, his voice calm. “I probably would have done the same. Some secrets are worth keeping. We all have our reasons, no?” The blonde’s gaze shifted towards the faint outline of the cave in the distance.

It was as if he had forgotten she were a Jedi Knight, let alone a member of the Jedi Council. "You could do the most terrible things to the entire galaxy.. and I would keep your secret safe forever. I promise."

Despite knowing that he was the one who truly owed the apology, the Padawan couldn't bring himself to say it; not now at least. “Because at the end of the day, no matter what the galaxy decides to throw at us, family is what matters most,” he stated firmly. “If we stick together, no one can stop us. Not even the Galactic Alliance or the Sith Order.” There was a brief pause before continuing. “I’m glad Roman is a part of our family now." Excitement suddenly lit up his youthful features. “And I can’t wait to bring Makko into the fold! I’m really excited about your wedding, you know. I can see how much you truly love him, and that makes me so happy.” The gears in his mind kept turning, shifting to another figure. A casual shrug of his shoulders was given. “As for Horace..I don't know much about him other than a few rumors I overheard.. but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. Perhaps the Force willed it that he should burn in the Netherworld.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The cliff they'd rode alongside now stretched high above them. Cora's focus was split between Lysander's earnest words, and the spot where she'd once stood, younger and battered, lingering over the precipice as she imagined dropping into the waves below.

It wouldn't have been quick, she reminded herself. With a new perspective, she was confident that the sea would have not swallowed her down whole, but her neck would've likely broken on the sharp, shallow rocks that edged alone the shoreline.

Cora felt none of that cold desperation as Lysander shone with warmth and affection. She smiled at him, both somber and satisfied at the same time. How old had he been when she first married? Too young to have fully understood the implications, she imagined. Perhaps young enough to be content with her carefully curated smiles, unable to detect the terror that lingered in her eyes for a solid year.

"Roman feels like another brother," she agreed easily. "I'm glad that you two get along so well. And I hope that you'll get to know Makko better, too."

Hoofbeats were muffled by coarse sand as they rode along the beach. When they came upon the path leading up toward the cave, Cora dismounted Hera and wound her reins around a sharp outcrop of rock. Her hands trembled slightly as they buzzed with nervous energy.

She was sure of it now, this was the cave where Nwul had taken her.

"I don't think it'll be a big wedding," she said idly. "And…I'm glad that you care for my happiness like that. Truly." Looking over her shoulder, Cora fixed him with a smile that had a little more surety.

“Perhaps the Force willed it that he should burn in the Netherworld.”

Another wave of shame hit her, familiar enough for her to ride out. Horace's death always evoked that in her.

"What…exactly have you heard about him," she probed gently as they started on the path.

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

As the mares trotted along the beach, Lysander found his mind drifting back to the carefree days of his childhood, those filled with both laughter and joy. Every summer the here was like a playground, and far from their father’s critical eye.

Soon, the Force amplified what was already obvious.

Watching Cora dismount, a needle of unease jabbed sharply at him, pulling his focus back to the present. He was used to her calmness, like a lighthouse that could guide him and others through any storm; yet, he sensed a strange nervous energy emanating now. Perhaps his way of starting their conversation before this journey had unsettled her more than he had realized.

Dismounting as well, he felt the sand beneath his boots. Securing the reins next to a shrub, he ensured that Nari was comfortable. Her question about Horace would have to wait.

“Honestly, I picture your wedding being more elegant than that disaster of a setup back on Hapan, and surrounded by countless friends,” he started with a warm smile. “Something fit for a Queen. With Makko as your King.” Lysander shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, then a flicker of frustration flashed across the boy's face. “I swear.. every time I introduce myself, no matter where I go, it’s like everyone knows your name. It’s actually incredibly annoying.. But at the same time, it's nice to know that you’re loved.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a smirk. “I can’t say the same for myself,” he continued, his voice steady. “It seems like I’m more of a test for others’ patience. I totally wouldn't have a group of admirers or anything waiting for my big day.”

Lysander's thoughts finally drifted back to Horace. Coldness settled over him, a familiar embrace, just as it had done so for the first time when the Mandalorians invaded Naboo. He could vividly recall ending the lives of two. The first was with a sickening snap of the neck under his arm in a choke. The second was with a quick thrust through the back.

For several heartbeats, he was devoid of any emotion, as though guilt was something his essence couldn't register. “I only.. heard whispers of his reputation. A reputation that many weren’t aware of.. and.. I just found it ironic that he fell from a window of all things. I just assumed you probably weren't happy with someone like that.”

Speaking to his sister like this felt wrong. The blonde met her gaze, hoping to find understanding, trying to break away from the coldness. He knew that wasn’t the brother she needed right now. “Look, I’m sorry for how I started the conversation earlier,” he said, forcing the words out. “I don’t like seeing you upset. It...” His voice trailed off, swallowing hard. “It actually hurts me to see you like this. It makes me feel helpless. I don’t like it, Cora.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"The Hapan wedding was beautiful…until, well,"

She made a vague hand gesture that didn't mime anything in particular. "I think I'd prefer a much smaller ceremony this time. Something private." Given the unfortunate ending of the Daaray union, it would be prudent to keep things quiet. That, and her first wedding had been an uncomfortable spectacle.

"I'm not sure if being known is the same thing as being loved," she challenged gently. "It was quite the opposite for me when I first arrived on Coruscant. I was used to everyone knowing who I was and getting what I wanted back home - so it was quite a shock when most of my cohort had never even heard of Ukatis."

Cora laughed quietly, able to look at that piece of her past with a rosy lens. "Makko and I hated each other the first time we met. I rubbed quite a few Jedi the wrong way, too." She looked to her brother, affection and good humor shimmering in her eyes. "I can imagine that living with the expectations I've created is…well, annoying. You'll find your own way, Lysander. You always have."

A cold chill passed through them as they meandered along the rocky path. Cora looked to the sea, out to where deep blue touched the horizon. Two of Ukatis' four moons had already risen.

"He was…a deeply unpleasant man. It was a difficult marriage," she murmured.

Lysander's apologetic tone had her head whipping back towards him - confused, at first. Then, her face softened. They'd made it to the cave's entrance, but she stopped them in their tracks.

"Oh, Lysander," she whispered, reaching out to grasp his shoulder. "You've done nothing wrong. This place, it just…it brings back complicated memories, so I admit that I may be a bit out of sorts."

Cora bit the inside of her lip. Every instinct in her was crying out to soothe his concerns, and she wore that sentiment on her face.

"Sometimes we have to sit with the uncomfortable moments, Lysander. Feel them, understand them, and let them pass instead of pushing them away. Or else, they will fester."

She gave a squeeze to her brother's shoulder, searching his face with sisterly concern.

"When you said that it hurts to see me like this…what did you mean?"

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

As his sister’s laughter danced through the air, Lysander felt some of the heavy burden begin to lift from his shoulders. It was a refreshing sound. At least the tension that’d been knotting in his chest eased, even if momentarily.

With a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, he leaned closer. "Just remember," he said, his emerald orbs sparkling with mischief, “When the big day finally comes, I totally expect an invitation to your wedding. I mean, after everything I’ve had to put up with from you, it’s only fair, right? And there better be room for a plus one. You know.. just in case.”

Lysander’s curiosity bubbled over as he thought on Makko, the man who had captured Coco's heart. The boy felt guilty for not knowing more about him. “What made you two stop hating each other, exactly?” Then, he couldn’t help but add, “There’s this one Padawan I know.. And believe me, I really hate her. I’m pretty sure I’ll never like this.. friend of yours, too.” The grin lingered, partially distracted from exchange of words moments ago. “I won’t say her name, and I hope you don’t either, because it’ll ruin this whole trip.. but it has certainly made me question what kind of people you keep company with!”

Any humor that had briefly flashed across his face quickly faded, replaced with a more solemn expression. Mapping the caves was something he didn’t actually care about; rather, his sole reason for returning to Ukatis was to spend quality time with Cora. "I’m sorry you had to go through all of that with him," Lysander said softly, his words laced with sorrow. It wasn’t a side many people got to see from the typically chatty blonde, but in moments like these, he was plenty capable of being an empathetic listener, too. "If it helps you, I don't mind taking a break. We could just sit and talk."

Her touch ignited a rush of emotions that were buried deep, and his eyes began to feel glassy. Lysander blinked it away desperately, hoping to erase any signs of weakness. His posture faltered, slumping forward, and the corners of his mouth turned downward. “I feel terrible because what you grew up with was harder than my upbringing.. and the others. I've always known that you got the worst side of our father. It's not fair.”

Silence filled the small space between them for several beats. “You’ve faced more than anyone should ever have to,” he murmured, gazing down at Cora's prosthetic hand. “I just couldn’t find the right words to say it. It makes me want to shield you from any more pain,” he confessed.

Both fists clenched unconsciously, nails digging into palms; the depth of his anger radiated from his core, struggling to contain it. There was a tremor in his voice as he met her gaze again. "Seeing you like this today.. well, it reminds me of everything.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Put up with?" Cora tsked playfully. "Of course you'll be invited. You, and your flavor of the month."

It was a lighthearted jab at Lysander's flirty nature, an aspect she typically looked at with a critical eye. When he asked how she and Makko had stopped hating one another, Cora visibly blushed.

"That's…a story for another day, I suppose," she mumbled. She didn't want to lie, but she didn't know how to sanitize the rather unladylike behavior that had lead to their relationship. "Perhaps," she cleared her throat, "you bring out a different side to a certain Padawan."

The shift in topic drained their good humor, and Cora nodded dimly to Lysander's offer to rest. As she directed them to find seating among a crop of low-lying boulders, she too reflected on the purpose of this mission. It didn't need to be a two-person job. She could've assigned it to someone else. It probably would've been more prudent to do so, and even though their conversation took a darker turn, there was nowhere else Cora would rather be right now.

In a way, she was proud of Lysander for admitting his own difficult feelings. Proud and sad.

"Perhaps it wasn't fair. But, it wasn't your fault, either. My relationship with father is…complicated. I did what he instructed me to- whether that was joining the Jedi, or marrying Horace - because I thought it would protect our family."

Her eyes crinkled, shining like sorrowful gemstones as she smiled in melancholy. Their father had been correct in some ways. The courts of Ukatis were vicious, and noble families tore one another apart to survive.

She tried to put herself in Lysander's shoes. He'd been so young when it happened, too young to know the depth of what it all meant. How startling it must be, to realize what their family's carefully curated facade had hid.

"It was…life was difficult, for a time. I learned. I'm still learning. As hard as things can sometimes get, I've a good circle of friends and loved ones who support me - you among them."

She caught his glance to her prosthetic hand, noting how the metal caught the light. It was still something she was getting used to.

"Think of this," she said, splaying her grafted fingers out as if she were showing off a ring, "as an emblem of what I've survived. A cautionary note against the Sith, a reminder to never underestimate them - but a reminder that in the end, I came out alive."

Though she spoke to her brother, the words were for herself, too.

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

As Lysander settled onto the ground, he tried to find comfort upon the rugged surface. Leaning forward, he rested his forearms on his knees, allowing his mind to swirl with thoughts of their family's complexities. “Cora,” he began, his gaze steady, “what was it really like living with him? ..With father, I mean.” The Padawan shifted slightly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear. “Did being around him ever feel like.. you got to make choices on your own?”

A barely noticeable smile flashed across the boy’s face, his heart warmed by his sister’s words. “I’m grateful to be in it. And.. it’s also comforting to hear you’ve got a good support system,” he replied before contemplating his own group. “I think a few true friends totally outweighs all the superficial acquaintances.”

Reaching out, he gently took her prosthetic hand in his, squeezing it lightly as his fingers brushed against the durasteel— smooth and cold. Every time he touched it, the same rush of sadness crept within. He wanted to focus on the strength and resilience it was meant to symbolize now, but all he could feel was what had been lost.

“You know,” he said, voice trembling, carefully selecting his words, “you’ve faced so much, and still, you shine bright. I think it also shows how brave you truly are.” There was a brief pause, now reflecting on the admiration he carried. “If anyone ever doubts you, I’ll always be the first to remind them that you’re the toughest person I know.” The air filled with a quiet, contemplative silence. “No matter where I'm at in the galaxy, I'll always have your back. I promise.”

A single drop of melancholy slipped free, meandering its way down his cheek. Instinctively, his own hand shot up to brush it away, hoping to erase any evidence. True to his rebellious nature, he continued fighting against the emotions surging within; he afraid of being overwhelmed in her presence.

His gaze fell to the space between them as childhood memories conjured in his mind's eye, those of happiness, laughter, and also struggle. "I love you, sis," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Lysander's green eyes flickered back to her for a second. “You’ve always been my favorite in the family.”

Deciding to lean back against the boulder, he wrapped the cloak tighter around himself, like a protective barrier against the crisp air. The satchel was then pulled around to the front. Opening a pouch, he revealed a bag of colorful spheres inside. He grabbed a few from the Mantell Mix and brought them to his mouth.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora went quiet in thought, chewing at her bottom lip. She was leaned against a boulder, her hands braced on its flatter surface behind her, but took a few moments to lift herself into a seated position.

"It felt like I did," she said finally to his question. The words pulled from her slowly, and she was struck by how difficult it was to admit something like this to Lysander. "Looking back, I realize that the choices I felt I'd been allowed to make were heavily influenced by him."

There were nine children in the Ascania brood. Marcel had chosen to focus the bulk of his attention on a few of them. Cora, the firstborn, had been one.

"I disappointed him a lot, I think. He'd become rather cross with me whenever I questioned him, so I learned not to. I thought it was a normal way to live." She shook her head. "I sometimes wonder if he was upset that his firstborn was not a boy. But then he had Dom, and Volk, and…you."

Cora peered down at her brother. His own experience had likely been different than her own, yet they shared so many memories between them. Though the faint tremble in his voice worried her, she couldn't help but smile – cheeks flushed a tad – at his genuinely kind words. She said nothing about the brief tear he wiped away, though shared in the momentary melancholy.

Lysander had looked up to her since he'd been little, and Cora had the impression that he saw her as infallible, indestructible. How would he react if that belief were to shatter? She couldn't do that to him, and she didn't know if she was being kind or cruel.

"I remember the day you were born. It was...different, somehow, than seeing our other brothers and sisters for the first time. Perhaps it was the Force, bonding us from your birth."

Her smile warmed as she glanced down to the bag of Mantell Mix. With a wave of her fingers, a few of the colorful spheres lifted from the satchel and drifted into her waiting hand.

"You've grown a lot, Lysander. No matter how much you grow, no matter how much you learn, no matter how strong you become – I will always have your back, too. We're bonded through blood, and I couldn't stop loving you if I tried."

Popping the snack into her mouth, Cora chewed thoughtfully. Neither of them were particularly used to tough conversations, not with each other. Bluebloods were taught to shove their feeling down, and it had taken a lot of stumbling before she'd opened up to Makko and Valery about her feelings.

"The cave has some of the most beautiful crystals I've seen," she said by way of conversation. Cora tilted her chin towards the dark, narrow entrance. "Have you been to many kyber caves before?"

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

The Mantell Mix crunched in his mouth, the spheres dancing on his tongue with flavors both sweet and salty; luckily, it also gave him something else to focus on. He listened intently to his sister’s words, the sincerity of them wrapping around him like another warm cloak. Perhaps he should have asked her all of this long ago, but a part of him feared such revelations. As she spoke of their father’s expectations, Lysander couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. He’d always believed Cora had it the worst out of everyone. Deep down, his heart also whispered of a bond between them, forged by the Force. The thought intrigued him but also terrified him. Being able to feel his sister's emotions could be a curse given his sentiments towards her.

The smile that tugged at the corners of his lips was bright and genuine as she delivered a much needed affirmation. The blonde's gaze appeared to glow with affection and admiration. And if there was one more thing that further solidified their bond, it was him not being upset when she stole a few spheres from his bag. It was then Lysander finally found his tongue, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Be careful, Cora,” he said, his tone light, “now you’re starting to push your luck!”

“And whatever it is that connects us.. I'm super grateful for what we share. I wouldn’t trade it for all the credits in the galaxy." He swallowed hard before continuing. “I'm sorry for almost ruining the day. It’s just been.. consuming me lately, and I couldn’t keep it caged any longer.”

His attention shifted towards the cave after she made the gesture. "The only one I've been to is on Ilum; that's where I first met Ran," he said. A small wave of nostalgia settled over him. "That's where I found the crystal for my current lightsaber.. the one you helped me build." Shadows suddenly flickered at the edges of his mind, like a reminder of the darker emotions that had been seeping into his heart. He began to wonder if exploring the cave here on Ukatis would be any different. Hopefully it wouldn’t exploit any of his vulnerability.

Rising to his feet, he stepped towards Cora and extended a hand to assist. Taking a deep breath, he glanced at her once more. "There's something I haven't told you," he began, his voice lowering slightly, "and it’s not meant to hurt you, but.. our father still tries to keep in touch with me." A pause followed, trying to gauge her reaction. The last thing he wanted to see was disappointment. "Please don’t be upset with me. It feels like he’s always trying to pull strings, looking for a way to use me. I didn’t really think of it as hiding something from you.. honestly, I don’t even think on it much unless I hear from him.. or if I need something," he continued with a casual shrug. “It's complicated.. like playing a game. I mean, being a padawan doesn’t really leave much room to earn credits, you know? I don’t want to cut that cord. Not yet.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

To his playful admonishment, Cora simply tsked. The sound of crunching followed, then a soft hum.

"You didn't ruin anything," she insisted. "We never really talk like this, so I suppose it's…well, it's something of a relief to get these thoughts off my chest. I always want to protect you, Lysander - but now I'm thinking that maybe you don't need me to shield you as much."

A wistful sort of smile punctuated that thought. It was the sort of expression that said, but I will still try to. It was hard to kill the instinct to protect a younger sibling.

"Ran is a fine Jedi." Cora tilted her head towards his saber, idly recalling the day she'd guided him through constructing his own weapon. In an instant, it was almost as if they were back to sitting cross legged on the floor, each component to the blade spread out between them. She'd never forget the way his eyes had shone with rapt interest.

When their little break came to a natural end, Cora took Lysander's proffered hand. The way he started speaking, almost uncertain, had her frowning.

She sighed.

"I'm not upset, Lysander. That man and I do not see eye to eye, but your relationship with our father is your own. It's up to you how you navigate it."

Cora attempted an encouraging smile, but it looked halfhearted. Still, she meant what she had said. She took a step forward, beckoning her brother towards the narrow passage that would lead to the cave.

"Has he…" she trailed, now the one feeling uncertain. "…Has he asked after me?"

Lysander von Ascania

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Corazona von Ascania

There was no denying that his sister's words spread warmth from his chest and vanquished any shadows of guilt that plagued him earlier.

Her reassurance reminded him that he hadn't disappointed anyone, and the knot in his stomach finally began to unravel. Now, there was a desire for peace.

It was an odd combination as he strolled beside Cora along the narrow passage; his heart was heavy but uplifted at the same time. “Father has asked about you many times," he admitted, his voice calm. "But I always tell him the same thing.. that you're busy.. or visiting another planet." Lysander shrugged, trying to brush off the weight. "I know I should have told you sooner. Much sooner.”

However, he was still churning with an array of other emotions; it was like they were all competing for his attention. Fortunately, he had already dealt with some of the guilt and confessions. The Padawan's thoughts shifted to other matters.

The air began to feel alive from the energy of the nearby crystals. He stole a glance at her, his brows furrowing. "Cora, are you always going to live on Coruscant?" he asked curiously. The words slipped out before realizing what impact they might have. Still, he paused, searching for a reply. "Honestly, that planet really sucks if you ask me.. I don't see why anyone would want to live there."

Drawing closer to the entrance, he suddenly stepped forward and planted himself at the center. Arms were crossed while feet widened in a bold stance, as if daring her to try and pass him. Lysander’s lips set into a determined line, with one eye narrowed, and the other arched; his boyish features became comical.

"Also, you know what I've been noticing?" he began, his voice light. "I never see you laugh anymore. Not on Naboo, not on Coruscant, and definitely not here." He leaned slightly forward. "You’re not allowed to enter the cave until you laugh," he stated. "I’m totally fed up with seeing you so uptight all the time!"

The Padawan began searching for different jokes.

"Sooo, if you had a bakery.. what would you name your bread?"

A beat of silence followed as mischief danced across his face.

"Oh, I know!" he continued with dramatic enthusiasm. "Cora-sants!”