A brilliant fire
Outfit: Wedding Ring
The morning light crept softly into the Noble household, bathing the kitchen in a golden glow. The serene quiet of early morning was broken only by the occasional chirping of birds outside and the faint rustle of Valery's movements.
She stood in front of the kitchen counter, glaring up at the highest shelf of the cabinet. Her favorite Keshian snack was up there, tantalizingly out of reach. Valery's usually graceful demeanor was nowhere to be found. Her hair was an untamed mess, spilling loose strands across her face, and she wore mismatched, baggy pajamas — the kind she'd never let herself be seen in outside the house.
Standing on her tiptoes, Valery stretched her arms up as far as they could go, her fingers just brushing the edge of the box. A look of determination crossed her face, only to be replaced moments later with frustration as gravity won yet again.
"Ugh," she groaned softly, her free hand bracing against the counter as she rocked back onto her heels. She cast a glance at the hallway where the kids were still sound asleep, considering her options.
For a moment, she debated using the Force to bring the box down. But no. She couldn't.
Her eyes then shifted to one of the wooden chairs around the dinner table. It was risky — if Kahlil caught her standing on one to reach the snacks, he'd probably yell or use her middle name again.
But she really wanted those snacks...