@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
"I guess." There was the tiniest waver in her voice, something entirely foreign to the Allaina Siobhan would have known. This was the Allaina who handled a crash forced by being shot by Clockwork minions and allies alike, who ran from hunter-killer battle droids with a flechette launcher in her hands, who strapped herself into a pod with only thoughts of victory. Who dominated the stars, took them in her hands and beheld them as jewels before crushing them into dust like the titan of space she knew she was. She was her own master, beholden to none save her commanders - and even then she was that commander. She fought enemies across the stars like a crusading knight fighting for his princess' honour.
When that princess was not his to take, what did the knight do? Was Allaina's heart the only weakness she had?
All of a sudden, despite how delicious those pancakes smelled, she found she had no appetite. Allaina couldn't bring herself to touch her food. Tegaea was the lucky one. Jealousy. No anger, no bitterness, but certainly a touch of jealousy. She'd get over it. She always did. Her lifestyle mandated that things like this were bound to happen, in all fairness. She was a bit flaky at the best of times herself anyway, wasn't she?
Since when did logic have a place in matters of the heart?
Two voices warred. The one that wanted to keep her as a friend and the one that wanted to scream denial to the Gods and claim Siobahn, treasure her, keep her close to her heart. But they were both free spirits.
It would never work out anyway.
Allaina picked up the nearest brochure, not quite addressing either of them, burying her face in the beautiful homes that lay before her. She hid herself behind the pages, trying not to show either of them that she was vulnerable beyond her physical condition. The sun shined, water glistening. Her one true dream always just so far out of reach when she could never commit to one person anyway. How was it that she wanted a family, but she had no true home? Her home was where she was that day. That bed, that tiny officer's cabin. Surrounded by allies and like-minded warriors. She didn't have a place to call home. She needed a home. If she was going to build a life for herself, ever, she needed a place she could call her own. So that special someone could join her. So that the fairytale ending could finally come to be.
Page by page she flicked through, wondering. Wondering if she could even do it. She wanted a life. She loved her job. But that was all she was - a pilot, a military officer. She wasn't a mother, a lover, a family woman. Her mindset dictated that was impossible. Why was it now that when her heart ached most that she was faced with the brutal realisation that everything she wanted was a dream so bittersweet?
The pancakes, like Tegaea and Siobhan's presence, lay forgotten.