Time had a way of slipping by.
Days, Weeks, Months, and eventually years would blink by in what seemed like an instance. Children grew older, pets passed and were buried, and Soliael and Kira remained the same. They aged like everyone else, but who they were, what they were stayed the same. The two of them remained happy, they remained together, always at each others side. The passing of time did not mar them, nor marred their marriage. They remained the same as they always did, in love.
Their children grew, Aela, the oldest became wiser, smarter, faster. She grew into the woman that many had always thought she would become. Taller than her mother, though shorter than her father, the woman who Aela would become was a picture of what most imagined her to be. She stood tall and proud, her features stoic, but beautiful and delicate in their own way. Her hair would hang down to her waist, tied into a tight braid most of the time. Her face was soft, angled like her mothers and her eyes held the same kindness that could be found in her mothers. She grew to be strong, the force flowing through her and her expertise sitting within the defense of herself and others. Aela would stand tall, protecting the friends she eventually made through the efforts of the Covenant. Her ambition would come when she joined the Galactic Alliance, serving the New Jedi Order there.
Micah, Soliaels pride, his only son would grow just as his Sister. He would become a picture of Soliael in his youth, brash, cocky, assured but not foolish. The young man became what Soliael had wanted him to be, his own man. He grew tall, his back straight, his face decorated with a patchy beard that emulated the one that his father had always worn. He carried none of the stoicism of his sister, but instead seemed to slouch at times with the amusement and brashness that clung to his very skin. In direct opposition to his elder sister, Micah seemed to find the joy in his life. He became social, eccentric, a mix of his mother and father in personality. Charisma bled from him, and with that he began to truly explore the steps of the galaxy. A tracker, a hunter, a craftsmen to the core Micah would take after his Uncle and his grandfather in that way, finding strength in the forging of artifacts. He too would join his sister within the Galactic Alliance, finding a place protecting his siblings and his friends.
Maleah, Micah's twins would be more free than her siblings. She grew into a reminder of her grandmother, a portrait of raven hair and soft features. She did not exhibit the same outer strength as her siblings, did not show the stoicism or Aela nor the amusement of Micah. Instead she landed in between, she landed on Innocents, on curiosity. Maleah, in her lithe and smallish form exhibited the symptoms of Soliael in his adolescents. She sought to explore, to learn, to find out about herself and the creatures around her. The natural gift of beast mastery runs strongly through Maleah, and as she grew it only became more powerful. With a thought she could control entire flocks of birds, with a shake of her head she could dispel a Rancors Rage. She grew into a fine young woman, one who wanted nothing more than simple freedom of choice, something she has in abundance thanks to her parents.
Then there was the baby, the youngest of the Taliths, Kaili. The young girl who sought to emulate her father in his skill, the girl who was the first Talith in nearly five centuries to pilot a starship. Kaili, though still young and growing has already shown what she would become. Like her oldest sister Kaili takes after her mother, bright blonde hair and delicate features Kaili exhibits the hallmark traits of Kira. Her eyes share the same burning orange as her siblings, and the drive she exhibits is the perfect touch of Talith. Her skills took her in the same path of her father, technomancy. Under his tutelage she has learned to control and manipulate the electronics of the galaxy, and thanks to the aid of her uncle, Kaili has become the first Talith to fly a starship in four hundred years. She's followed her siblings into the Galactic Alliance, seeking to protect and assist them in any way that she can, knowing that her path lay there.
That was the path of the Taliths.
Months flew by, years passed, and everyone grew up.
For Soliael and Kira, it was a joy. They watched their children grow, guided them, allowed them to become the adults they were always meant to be. The two stayed together always, moving from Borleias to Atoa depending on the seasons. Eventually, with their children grown and out of the house more they became more active, Kira taking a larger roll within the Jedi Academy and Soliael taking a hand in the Republics Senate. They were never long without each others company, and frequent visits to the academy or the Senate halls were a staple of their weeks.
Eventually, their continued involvement with the Republic came to strike back at them.
Soliael let out a sigh.
He sat next to the massive king sized bed that Kira and he had slept in for nearly twenty years now, his chair an uncomfortable wooden thing that he himself had crafted during an odd phase of boredom. It creaked as he leaned forward, his hand slipping beneath that of his sleeping wife's.
Kira lay in a state of near unconsciousness in front of him, her eyes closed and her hair a disheveled mess. She had been brought back from Contruum by Micah nearly two days ago, filled with venom and brought to the edge. Amorella had come almost immediately, her home literally a hairs breath away. The force had been used to heal Soliael's wife, the creation of Amorella's bracelet having paid off as his Sister had worked for nearly six hours to right the wrongs that had been wrought on Kira's body. Of course, her own strength had helped. Kira was no porcelain doll, as much as he treated her as one. She had surveyed and taken worse punishment than a few bites from an amphistaff, and her strength had carried her through this.
There was rage in him.
Rage that was born of indignation, rage that was born of being worthless, of not being there. His first instinct had been to lash out, to strike at those that had done this to Kira, but he had known that would have shamed her.
He had known that given the choice, Kira would want him at her side, not striking at the Sith. Thus he had stayed. His anger had been calmed by his children and the slow breaths of his wife as she came back to herself. So now he simply sat, his hands wrapped around Kira's palm, his eyes ringed with blue. He waited for his wife to wake, a hint of worry still striking through his very core.
