The Spacepiress of Chaos
R E U N I O N
Naboo
Lake Country
Confederacy of Independent Systems
The crisp cool air of the night was a stark contrast to the heated nights that she often remembered on the previous planet that had housed the Capital of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. She remembered those nights on Geonosis, though some were fond memories, others were not - such as the time that the Capital had been assaulted, innocents left strewn in the streets, and the security of the Capital called into question; all because a group of Bounty Hunters had come for one of their own. Then the events that transpired involving the terrorist cell known as the 'Agents of Chaos' saw the security of the Capital threatened once more. While Geonosis had been the birthplace of the Confederacy, it could not grow beyond what it already had accomplished - and it only made sense that they move the Capital to a more central location - more so now that it seemed apparent that the Confederacy was poised to look towards and begin securing the Western Approaches.
Still, those were thoughts and events that lay in the future and could be worried about at another time, not now in the peaceful stillness of the night. The Lake Country was different, to say the least, with little to no sand beyond what lay upon the beaches of the lakes that dotted and gave the region its name. The rolling hills, sparse forest, and grasslands would take some time getting used to - as well as the cooler climate. However, it was a welcomed change, and to have a means to escape the office, without the worry of having to leave a Habitation Dome or thick walls for the dangerous outlands was appreciated. Even the change of Stars was something to be enjoyed, and often she found herself sitting exactly where she was now just gazing upon them as they sat quietly in the heavens.
Amelia sat quietly on the veranda, leaned back in a simple chair, and wearing a gown that was equally as simple. There had been no reason to overly dress, or at least she felt that way - perhaps though, she thought to herself, she should have dressed up for the occasion such as this. It hadn't been that much earlier than she had been sitting in a hole in the wall bar in Theed musing on the passing of the years that she thought back on some of the denizens of the galaxy she had called a friend or thought as much of them in such a manner. Even if they did not think of her in the same way, she still felt a longing for their absence in her life - and now that
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was gone, she felt the need to draw the remaining friends she had in closer. Perhaps it was her way of attempting to protect them, or keep them alive in some manner if she had them at an arm's length - she event felt at times that perhaps Kay would have still been alive had she pressed the woman the last time they had met before her appointment as the Grand Marshal.
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was gone, she felt the need to draw the remaining friends she had in closer. Perhaps it was her way of attempting to protect them, or keep them alive in some manner if she had them at an arm's length - she event felt at times that perhaps Kay would have still been alive had she pressed the woman the last time they had met before her appointment as the Grand Marshal.
No, those were thoughts that could be pushed away, shaken from her mind as she carefully clasped the glass in her hands before bringing it to her lips. Oddly enough it was not her usual beverage of choice, for it was not a sanguine liquid that resided in the warmth of the mug. No, it was tea, and to be honest Amelia was not sure what kind it was. Had Kay been there she could have easily asked, though as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, she knew that Kay would have just pulled out a large case of tea and lain the selection out before the two - going through each one during the course of the night. For now, whatever it was in her mug, would have to suffice for the woman as she let out a soft sigh, the hot liquid slipping across her lip as she carefully sipped. The taste was something she would have to get used to, though it would never replace the preferred drink she so often savored.
During that time in the bar, she had thought on others, and it was now that she was sitting quietly, golden-yellow hues attentively watching the small path that lead up to the home for any sign of her guest that she had invited. Though in the long run, with how much time had passed and likely the news having reached her that Amelia had passed, she would not have blamed Jairdain for being suspicious or even refusing outright. She really hoped though that her friend would be there, that the two could catch up on everything that had happened and reunite in some meaningful way. The last she could remember them seeing one another was during the time of Commenor, those memories at times even kept her going - attempting to hold close some hope that she could see Commenor rise on its own again. Though that was likely just wishful thinking, a longing for a time that had already passed and should be permitted to rest in peace now that it had risen and fallen. Some part of her even knew that the Confederacy of Independent Systems couldn't last forever, though she understood that it would rise as far as it could in the time that it had in order to prove that it was still capable of affecting great change in the galaxy.
As she brought the mug to her lips once more, she let a sigh slip across as she lightly blew on the steaming liquid. Though any burn she may have received would heal in short order, she still felt the pain and discomfort for what little brief time it was there. Once more sipping gingerly, she looked into the mug to notice that it was almost empty - and though she was tempted to perhaps pour another cup or even take up another beverage, she figured she would wait until her company had arrived. Yet, she was still worried that they would not come, given such as the night grew older, and the air grew just a bit colder. As a chilled breeze swept through the veranda, a soft smirk slipped across her lips and she began to wonder about local stories and legends.
A few days prior - on a handful of worlds across the Galaxy - there seemed to be some celebration that took on a number of names in various dialects. Samhain, All Hallows Eve, Halloween. She remembered that many of those planets had local stories for that day - though the celebrations that surrounded them also varied from planet to planet. Still, as quiet and still as Naboo could be, sitting there in that cool night air, she had to wonder if Naboo had its own legends and stories of ghosts and ghouls that would come out on that day. For now, those stories could wait their turn until the following year - and even now there were other holidays creeping over the horizon, some soon, some that couldn't wait their turn for their proper celebration that sought to overtake the others. Such thoughts seemed to run rampant in her mind as she waited, and still, a modicum of worry set in as she slowly rose from her seat.
Moving to the railing that framed the veranda, she leaned forward, her hands gently gripping the rail as her golden-yellow hues seemed to focus intently upon the path, watching as it wound its way and eventually slipped into the darkness of a grove of trees at the end of the property. She had even half the mind to decide that it would likely be easier for her to start down the path and meet her friend at some point in the middle - however, that thought was quickly done away with, for who then would greet them if no one was home? She had to chuckle to herself at the absurdity of social niceties that she often found herself bound to in order to play the perfect host, yet it was those niceties that often saw her navigate her way through higher society, the royalty and aristocracy that she often dealt with in her own position as the Grand Marshal.
For now, though she would wait patiently, albeit at the same time rather worried that her friend had either lost their way or decided on not arriving altogether. Amelia, for her part, would just as quickly and easily forgive the woman for not arriving. After all, to have an invitation to come to see a friend - one that they likely thought dead - on a planet across the Galaxy, even Amelia herself would question the validity and also sincerity of such an invitation. So for now, she would wait as she returned to the seat and slipped back down, never once pulling her attention away from the drive, even as she slowly poured another cup of tea.
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