Corvus Raaf
Adieu...
Corvus had been avoiding Braith. It was nothing like the secret she’d foolishly kept last time out - when she’d been taking flowers to a dead Sith Lord’s grave. Instead this was an entirely positive situation for her partner.
This time it was different - and she’d been running on adrenaline for days now, fearful her secret would leak out.
They’d agreed to meet on Corvus’ home on Tatooine. At midnight. She wasn’t sure if Braith knew the significance of the date. Corvus did. Based upon research she’d pinned down her date of birth. Which was in precisely…six minutes times.
So she left her ship under the evening moonshine and headed into her basic but homely hut — primarily underground. She knew Braith was already there, and must have suspected something was up. Corvus couldn’t lie, so was evasive and hard to pin down for the past few weeks. For other than her elder sister, she had no experience of birthdays for two decades.
Despite a wealthy upbringing, presents were invariably home-made by the Raaf siblings. But she suspected Braith would not entirely appreciate a crayon drawing, or a necklace made out of sea-shells. Except she probably would love them — but deserved more.
And given she had limited funds, lavish gifts were not an option. So the most expensive present was in fact two. Two sets of matching underwear. Racy, lacy and — in Corvus’ opinion — something that covered just enough to excite the imagination. Why two sets? One was blue and one was purple. They were created to match the colour of her eyes exactly.
And yes, there was a necklace made of sea-shells. She’d found a collector that had some from the beaches of Corellia and had done a deal. The string was from Mos Eisley.
But the main present? Now that would be telling.
So she entered the building…two minutes to go.
She quickly found Braith and smiled, boxes of presents in hand. She quickly put a finger to her lips. “Let me speak first.”
“It’s your birthday…I think…and if not….well it is now.” She smiled as she finally managed to get the words out.
“Some presents, but first…”
She put the gift-wrapped presents down on the table of the main living area and opened the Jedi cloak she was wearing. Underneath she was wearing just a blue vest and a pair of matching shorts. “No, not…well, actually yes, probably what you’re thinking, but not just yet.” That cheesy grin was now plastered on her face.
She allowed the cloak to drop to the floor and held out her hands to Braith. Not to embrace her, she held her arms together, palms down. Then she turned them over.
On one wrist was tattooed Mo Chuisle and on the other Mo Chroi.
“I wanted something personal…” Her voice cracked slightly and tears were forming in her eyes. “You deserve the galaxy and all of the stars therein. But a Jedi’s wages don’t stretch that far, given I’m not actually paid anything. So what I have to offer is me. And my love. So this is my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”
“My heart…my pulse. Together…forever…and ever.”
And she flung herself at Braith. “Happy birthday chuisle…”
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