You're going to go far Kid [Ibaris]

[Allyson Locke]

The sun shined through the window on the planet Annaj. Spencer covered her face with a pillow as she fought off the urge to wake up. It was the start of a lazy day, Spencer didn’t need to be awake and Ashin was more than likely away on business. Knowing that, Spencer continued to roll over and hide from the light of the sun. Being unable to fight it off any longer, the woman sat up and yawned not bothering to cover her mouth. Blonde hair tussled about on her head she looked at the clock and realized it was still early.

“Feth really? A day I get to sleep in I wake up sooner than usual.” Collapsing back onto the bed, she looked up at the ceiling and watched as the rays of the sun flickered along the ceiling. The apartment was quiet and she enjoyed that. It seems the munchkin was still asleep – which meant Spencer had time to read or something. Deciding to do so, she reached over for her datapad and flickered through the holomail she had received through the evening.


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[Ibaris Varanin]

Still asleep? Oh, mommy was mistaken. The girl was simply quiet. Which could mean a number of things, few of them docile. Oh, she was awake at the crack of dawn, and she had already...

-hung halfway off her bed
-let the blood rush to her head
-spun around in circles
-pretended to be a turtle

...and was getting bored fast. She peeked out from under her blanket, and listened. And listened. And sighed when she heard nothing. But then there were words. WORDS? She was aware. Her senses sharpened like a fox. She... she fell off the bed with the barest of thuds because it really wasn't that high off the floor, and that was because she seemed to be prone to falling off the bed. Which was a shame, because she really, really, really, really wanted bunkbeds.

Sitting up, and blowing the hair out of her face, she regained a sense of her surroundings and disengaged herself from the blanket only long enough to pull it over her head again and go padding out of her room, barefoot, and... moaning like a zombie. A hungry zombie. Down the hall, and right to mommy's door, bumping it open with her blanket-concealed form just two inches short of four-foot-tall.

"Unnnnghh... feeeeeed meeeeeee. Feeeeeed meeee braaaaaainssss."

And she shuffled through the doorway, utterly disrupting the silence.

 

[Allyson Locke]

She didn't get too far into her novel as she was suddenly disturbed by the door creaking open. Sitting up, she was able to get a better view of the intruder. "Oh Force what am I going to do?" Placing her datapad onto the bed, Spencer crawled over and waited for Ibaris to make it to the edge. When the girl was close enough, Spencer reached out and grabbed her dragging her into the bed. Giving the little zombie a tickle attack she pulled the girl into a tight hug.

“I don't think brains would work out well with your tummy, but how about waffles and berries?” Spencer smiled at the child as she let her choose to stay in her hold or to wiggle away like most her age. Waiting for Ibaris to give her the okay on the matter of breakfast, she silently as always promised the child quietly about providing her a better life than what she had. Oh she didn't blame her mother really, there was just something about her that was never understood.

Like her, Ibaris was created with the Force – just for different intentions, which Spencer is happy never came to fruition.

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[Ibaris Varanin]

"Aaaaaaah!" she squealed, being scooped up and attacked with a barrage of tickling fingers. Squeals and giggles pealed out out of the girl, and she pleaded for it to stop until mama folded her into a snug hug... which, while welcome, went against the need to escape from a moment prior. So she squirmed, and did so until she freed herself, only to resort to flopping and letting her head hang off the edge of the bed.

That is, of course, until mama said 'waffles'.

"Waffles?!" she exclaimed, lifting her head to look wide-eyed at Spencer. She nodded enthusiastically, about as much as she could in her current position, then let her head flop back again, viewing a portion of the room all weird and upside-down. "And berries and syrup and whipped cream and chocolate blue milk, and..."

Ibaris started wiggling about to right herself.

"...and my head feels funny, mama."

Probably the blood rushing to her head. As usual.

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[Allyson Locke]

Seems she had found the weakness of the Zombie child. Spencer stood and wrapped a robe around her frame, her sleepwear was made for Ashin’s eyes and not her child’s. Red in the face she knelt down towards where Ibaris had been hanging and placed her hand on the child’s forehead. The force flowed between them and with a small healing technique the headache was gone from the girl’s head. “Well if you remained upright like you’re supposed to, maybe all your blood won’t go to your head. If you hang upside down too much, your head is going to get huge…like Papa’s” Spencer smirked as she joked lightly about Ashin’s hubris. The healing was simple and to the point, despite being told the girl should feel some pain to get used it and all. There was enough time in her life for her to understand and learn to tolerate pain, today wasn’t going to be a part of that.

Spencer walked by the calendar on the wall, she made a mark on it reminding herself to buy some child-safe sleepwear for these little moments where Ibaris either decided to sleep with her and Ashin or when the child wanted to wake them up. They have been lucky (so she thought) that Ibaris hadn’t woken them up after one of Ashin’s long trips away from them. Spencer didn’t want to think about how she was going to explain that one.

As she headed out of the room, she looked over her shoulder and waved her hand giving the child a push off the bed with the force. “Common Ibby, Mama has a present for you if you’re a good helper with breakfast.”

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[Ibaris Varanin]

She didn't quite get what mama meant by her head getting huge like papa's, because to her recollection, papa's head didn't seem any bigger than anyone elses. Maybe it was a grownup thing. It was good that mama knew how to make her head feel better right a way. Everything was starting to feel weird. But... who cares? WAFFLES!

And that was when she fell off the bed, fell off of a bed for the second time that morning, except this time, she was absolutely sure she had been pushed. But it wasn't the first time mama had done that, and... she didn't fall on her head. She fell in a clump of five-year-old girl, and giggled about it. At least until mama said something about a present - which was precisely the kind of thing that made the girl bolt upright into a sitting position, then scramble to her feet.

Well, that and she loved helping with breakfast, anyway. So Ibaris scuttled over to her mother, slightly vibratous with anticipation, grabbing mama's hand, and not even trying to not bounce around.

"What is it? Is it a surprise?" She asked - I hope not. I wanna knowwww, she thought - then, she changed her mind on that thought, half a second later. "I like surprises, mama. I love surprises."

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[Allyson Locke]

Spencer wandered down the hallway, one hand holding Ibaris' and the other holding the robe around her frame. They continued down until they arrived at the small kitchen in the apartment. Reaching over she grabbed Ibaris by the waist and picked her up. Turning slightly she placed the girl's frame onto the counter. She went to work on pulling out the flour and other ingredients. Handing Ibbie a perfect pint sized apron, Spencer also in turn placed one over her head and tied both aprons.

“Its a surprise, if I told you what it was then it wouldn't be much of a surprise.” Spencer grabbed a bowl and started to add the ingredients, she handed Ibaris a cup full of milk and pointed towards the bowl with all the flour sugar and baking powder. “Slowly pour the milk in as I crack the eggs, then we can start mixing.” She waited and looked around the apartment. “Ibaris, where's the dog?”

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[Ibaris Varanin]

The apron was okay. She didn't really see the point in it - clothes were washable - but it was routine, so she pulled it over her head and hung it around her neck without question, and took the cup of milk as it was handed to her, looking into it. She almost stuck her nose in it and took a gulp before mama gave directions, and was about to follow those directions when mama asked about the dog. Ibaris looked at the milk again, the cup held in both hands, then craned her head around to look past the entryway to the kitchen.

"Um..." she thought for a moment, squinting. The lack of an immediate answer for the whereabouts of the dark-furred canine could easily make panic set in... except in the case of Ibaris. After a couple moments, she closed her eyes and stretched out the feelers. A moment or two later, she retracted them and looked at mama.

"He's on the floor at the foot of my bed where I left him," she said, so matter-of-factly, "should I call for him?"

Then, without waiting for a yes or no, she took a deep breath, and bellowed, calling for the puppy by the name she had given it just before falling asleep the night before:

"ADAAAAASSSSSSSSSS!!!"

In Ibaris' bedroom, the puppy perked and barked, sharply... and without further ado, a scramble of claws and excited barkspawn banked out of the bedroom, heading right for the sound of his master's young voice.

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[Allyson Locke]

Before Spencer could answer, the child's voice rang loud and clear. Blinking she didn't understand the idea of shouting in the house, but Ashin tended to do it when things weren't going right with the new Empire. Shouting was pointless to Spencer. Something caught her attention, looking at her daughter she paused and pressed her lips together tightly. The name of the dog, it was so familiar. Despite this she continued to throw the ingredients into the bowl while the waffle maker warmed up.

It was time for the milk and as she watched the dog bound out towards them, she spoke quietly to Ibaris. “Pour the milk in and you can go wash up with...what was the name again...Ada...Adas....” She froze where she stood, the reason the name sounded familiar was because the King of Korriban, the Sith Lord who claimed the title of Sith'ari, a chosen one of sorts for the Sith. Choking down the name she shook her head and did her best to remain normal. She'd have to bring this up with Ashin later on.

“Ibbie...where did you get that name? Did someone tell you that name? Was it one of your uncles?” A part of Spencer assumed it was the plethora of Sith Lords who frequented their company. Her mind was set heavily on Ovmar, but then she realized the goon was too full of himself to even think of someone in history being a chosen one besides himself...though he thinks he's the chosen one of women's skirts. Sighing softly, she blew her bangs out of her face and looked at her child. “Ibbie go ahead and add the milk slowly...”

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[Ibaris Varanin]

Adas bounded into the kitchen all however many pounds of Barkspawn that he was, tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and another sharp bark. She would have climbed off of the counter to go and give him pettings and scritchings, but there there was the milk! Yes, the milk needed to go in the bowl, and mama had asked for it. She had asked other things, but those could wait because milk and mixing and waffles! So Ibaris turned to the bowl and slowly, carefully poured the milk into the bowl along with the other ingredients while Adas laid himself down on the floor, head between his paws, and began a very low whine.

"I dunno. I just thought of it," she said with a shrug, as the last of the milk emptied out of the cup and into the bowl, "after I woke up yesterday, after I had a weird dream, I thought about it all day. ALL DAY, mama!"

She set the cup down on the counter, and looked back to her canine companion.

"Names are s'posta be impotent. Um, important."

Yeah, that was it!

"Right? 'Cause if they aren't, why does everyone have them? What would you call me?"

Because she wouldn't be five without a little self-centeredness. Or incessant questions. Or boundless curiosity. Oh, right, the waffles! Her eyes darted over to the waffle iron, in pointed wonder at the matter of exactly when the waffles would be ready. Then those hazel eyes went back over to her dog, then she leaned forward, and looked down at the floor.

"Hm," well, she could ask for help, but... she could also sort of shimmy off? There were possibilities, choices, and the freedom to choose, the freedom to do what she wanted! So Ibaris skootched forward on her bum, on the counter, then sort-of turned part way, and began to kind of ooze off of the counter to the floor. Feet on the floor, she and Adas went to go get washed up, the dog padding after her almost expectantly. He'd taken to her well, but he was still in need of a lot of training. At least he hadn't peed on the floor yet, today.

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[Allyson Locke]

Spencer stood there and listened to her daughter talk about the name just coming to her. It took a minute for her to start moving again and finish setting the table for them to have breakfast. She didn’t respond for a moment still trying to mull over the details. Spencer knew what and how Ibaris was made on Tund, which makes sense on why the name would be somewhere in her mind. It took her almost passing out before she realized that she needed to breath. Also with the waffle iron, she almost burned the waffles. She quickly finished everything up and grabbed Ibaris and set her down onto the floor. “Go wash your hands”

She waited till the girl returned to the table, which had been quickly laid out with waffles and different toppings for her to pick from. Spencer smiled at the toddler and nodded. “Adas is a good strong name. If you didn’t have a name I’d call you little monster.” Chuckling, she reached into her pocket and produced a small box. It was wrapped up and was topped with a bow.

“I told you I had a present for you. I made it for you Ibaris and it's very important that you always keep it with you.” Inside the box once Ibaris had opened it would be a small holocron and chain. The holocron was skillfully crafted and weighed almost nothing for the girl. “Speak to it and it will come alive and answer all of your questions.” [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]


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[Ibaris Varanin]

She dutifully washed her hands, and returned to the table post-haste, for there were waffles calling her name. Not literally, but she liked to pretend she could hear them, especially expressing their fear and woe at being eaten. Of course, there was only one thing that could possibly be superior to waffles in her realm of attentions, and it was anything packaged with a bow on top. Her eyes went wide as saucers, only distracted for a moment by her mama's words.

"Okay, mama. Always!" and she tore into the little package with careful abandon, making sure to at least take care with the bow - she liked to keep them for... well, a lot of things - and otherwise obliterating the wrapping paper to reveal a small box, which she wasted no time in popping open. It was at that moment that her mama spoke again, explaining that there was in fact something to be done with this pretty necklace other than wear it. Her eyes lifted to her mama's face, full of wonder and laced with a healthy does of skepticism, "All of my questions? Really?"

Those hazel eyes searched the face of her parent. How could that be possible when some of her questions were already answered with 'I don't know'-s?

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[Allyson Locke]

Spencer laughed, the girl was so full of life and questions. There was no question that she was created for her and Ashin to raise. The woman nodded and rested on her hands as her elbows propped her up. “In due time the answers would be revealed to you. I made it so you’d have to answer questions to get to the really good stuff. Though in case of an emergency it will show you how to get home and to safety.” The thought of Ibaris being in danger made Spencer sick to her stomach. The last thing she wanted to think about was Ibaris staring death in the face alone.

Forcing the thoughts away, Spencer took a bite of the waffle. Chewing slowly she watched the girl admire the object. “All of Papa’s maps are there. When you’re old enough we’ll give you the peregrine which you can just put the holocron into the dock and it will upload all the maps that Papa has made. Also will update as well, because maps that were created today will probably be different when you’re old enough to explore.” Spencer wanted to provide her daughter with every chance at a full life and this was one way giving her the road map to the galaxy.

“So where would you want to go Ibby? If you go somewhere dangerous - Mama will have to teach you how to protect yourself” Nodding, Spencer knew the child was bright and it was finally time to actually start to teach her how to fight and protect herself from the dangers of the galaxy, mostly because Spencer knew the girl would pick the most dangerous planet with the biggest creatures inhabiting it. “Finish your breakfast and clean up - then we’ll get to the fun stuff for today.”


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[Ibaris Varanin]

After admiring the necklace for a few minutes, she went right to business, diving into the decimation of her waffles. Using a fork and knife wasn't a problem, but using them very well was still a work in progress, and she had something to prove by not resorting to using her fingers. No matter what she did, it ended up on her hands, anyway, and on her face in a picasso around her mouth and edging toward her nose. She thought about where she would want to go.

"Mm..." that was a hard question. She didn't really know a lot of worlds outside of Annaj; she only knew that there were worlds with many different creatures on them. "...I don't know, Mama. Where do you want to go?"

And she resumed eating her waffles, with the command that she do so, so she could clean up and be ready for fun.

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[Allyson Locke]

The question was asked by the child and Spencer didn't have an answer for it. While she thought she played with the pool of syrup in her plate trying to think of a place she had never been to, but had always wanted to go. With the collection of holocrons, Ashin and her ability to flow walk, traveling safely was never a question. Still, there had to be a place that Spencer wanted to go desperately. The fork stopped moving for a moment as she leaned closer to her child who was continuing to eat happily.

"I'd go to Iego. On there, they have Angels. Real space Angels. I'd like to see them and meet them." Spencer smiled and was pleased with her answer. She had never been to Iego nor had she met the angels that were there. It was a safe choice and if Ibaris ever decided to venture there it was something that Spencer wouldn't regret. Standing, she grabbed her plate and moved towards the sink. She washed the dish and waited for Ibaris.

"I hope you're ready for today, we're going to learn some cool Force stuff." [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

"I guess..." she said through a mouthful of waffle, then didn't continue because her mouth was full of waffle and she'd been admonished about that a zillion times, so she swallowed and then continued, "...I guess angels are okay."

She looked down at the plate, only dregs of syrup remaining. One small index finger pushed into the syrup and was popped into her mouth in short order. Then her mother said something about 'cool Force stuff' and her eyes went wide. The finger was pulled out of her mouth.

"Okay, I'm done, mama! Can you help me put on my necklace? My fingers are sticky and they get stuck to my hair when they're sticky and I don't like syrup in my hair. Pleeeeeeeease?"

It had happened enough times for her to have learned her lesson!

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[Allyson Locke]

Spencer walked over and first wiped her daughter's hands of the stickiness of the syrup. The child got everything everywhere and it oddly reminded her of herself. It was interesting how Ibaris had turned out so far, the girl wasn’t anywhere near biologically Spencer’s, but her mannerisms and choices were very close to the way Spencer went about her day. Made her wonder if Ashin were less busy and was around as much as she was, Ibaris would pick up on her stubbornness. Frowning slightly, Spencer wondered if that was a trait Ibaris should pick up. Deciding it was probably safer for Ibaris to just be her own level of stubborn she dismissed the thought.

Taking the small necklace she draped it in front of the child and clipped it in the back. There was a small heart shaped lock which Spencer had the key for. Locking it on her, Spencer reached back at her own necklace and unhooked it. “Papa gave this to me when I first met her.” She showed the girl the necklace with the small diamond charm at the end. “It was Papa’s gift of protection and what you’re wearing now is mine and Papa’s gift to protect you. Don’t ever take it off Ibby, don’t ever let anyone take it off of you understand?” Threading the key onto her charmed necklace, Spencer locked it back on her neck and held Ibaris’ hand as they walked down to the training room.

Upon entering, there would be nothing but a small mat in the middle. Spencer continued to lead her daughter to the middle and instructed her to sit on her knees. “Today we’re going to learn how to do some of the stuff Mama’s good at.” Spencer sat in front of her daughter and closed her eyes she also instructed Ibby to do the same. The child had no mental defense and with Spencer’s level of mastery upon the mind - no one really stood a chance. Taking over Ibaris’ mind was child’s play and she was able to force her to see mentally a small farm with several animals, picking out her more dangerous and favorites to show her. The image would play for a few minutes and then disappear.

“Now, Ibaris, I want you to focus on my mind and try and show me your favorite thing to do with Papa. Do what I did when I showed you the farm, go into my head and make me see what you want me to see. Its a game and you’re good at it, just have to focus.”


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[Ibaris Varanin]

She liked the necklace, and felt the little cube against her chest. The corners of it were not soft, but the way it poked her when she pressed it against her skin felt neat. It didn't hurt at all; her exploration of the cube's physical properties became unconscious as her attention shifted to the things mama was saying. She nodded, and nodded again, understanding her mama's request. She would never take this gift off. Never. Then they were off to the training room, a place that she liked simply for the fun things that happened in it.

Arriving, she was taken to the middle of the room and instructed to sit on her knees. Didn't Atrisians sit like this? She thought she'd seen that on the Holonet, once, in some documentary that made her fall asleep on the couch. Mama always made her sit like this in the training room and at first it really made her feet feel prickly. Now it wasn't so bad, but it hadn't really, really gone away. Maybe it would someday, because she really, really didn't like having foot prickles, but anything was worth it to learn cool, fun things from Mama. So, she sat, she listened, and she was transported to a place that was a shock at first, for how fluidly the world around her changed, but quickly she adapted as she tended to do. The animals, the ANIMALS! There was a rancor, a wampa, a terentatek... boy, she was wowed. Wide-eyed she looked, but didn't touch. Her fixations were not blind... and then it was gone. Such short, short bliss. Mama was speaking again.

An eager nod, and she went right to trying, closing her eyes and thinking of her favourite thing to do with Papa, which was easy - the selection was small, but the high quality of the time spent with her Papa was undeniable. Stretching out her senses, just like Mama had taught her since... before she could remember, she reached out and found Mama's mind, that great, complex bundle of so many things, and focused on it more than the other things around her. Those other things became lesser in that moment, and Ibaris began to show a small sector of memories, of places she went with Papa, and it being just her and Papa and the galaxy.

She loved exploring with Papa, and only wished she could do it more.

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[Allyson Locke]

Spencer had lowered all of her guards, giving her daughter easy access to her mind. It was more than adorable to see Ibaris’ memories with Ashin. She also wished that the girl was able to spend time with Ashin especially since they were more alike than they both knew. It baffled her how the the child who was no blood relation to either of them could develop such an equal resemblance to them. Nodding, Spencer rested her hand on Ibaris’ hand and patted it. “Good, that was very good Ibaris. You can rest now.” Leaning back, Spencer pulled out a small jar and bag from a drawer. She dropped in a small chocolate into the jar as a reward for the child.

“You’re catching on really well. I’m proud of you. Okay since you can get in my head now we’re going to make this a little harder.” Adjusting where she sat she slowly thought of a number and focused as hard as she could. Drawing an image of the number 12 in her head she sighed softly. “Okay, do what you did again. Go inside my mind and think of the number I’m thinking of. It can be any number. Just do your best Ibby its okay if you don’t get it the first time.” Continuing to think about the number, she also thought about different creatures. She did this to help force Ibaris to focus. As she thought of the number images of flying rancors spun around in her mind. Along with thinking about going to Dathomir to find a Rancor for Adas to play with. She knew her daughter, but she wondered if the girl could deny the temptation of the Rancors and Dathomir to find the number that she was thinking of. [member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"]

 

[Ibaris Varanin]

At her mama's praise, her eyes snapped open and she grinned, only to have her eyes drawn immediately to the sight of chocolate that was in her future. To be told she did good was enough incentive to do more and do it well, and the chocolate was icing on the cake. That made her eager, as if she wasn't already eager to begin with. She was still fixated on the chocolate when her mother spoke again, and after a moment, she snapped out of it, and listened.

"Okay, Mama," she said in response, and she took a deep breath in and released it before closing her eyes again. It used to be harder to focus, and it still wasn't the absolute easiest thing in the galaxy, but she got better and better at it the more she practiced and it was something she had been working on for longer than she could remember, which wasn't very long anyway for a five-year-old. As she did before, she reached out and found her mother's mind, and started to root around, only to be immediately met with flying rancors and the very good idea of going to Dathomir to find one (not flying) for Adas to play with. What was it that Mama said? Numbers? But... but... rancors! But... numbers! RANCORS! So she tried counting the flying rancors, but there were just too many and they were flying too fast.

Eventually she just flopped over her knees, and moaned. She would try again. Mama said it was okay if she didn't get it the first time, and there were a lot of things she didn't get the first time. Still, she stayed flopped over for a couple minutes to think over her strategy. Yes, strategy. She couldn't remember where she'd gotten that word, but she knew what it meant.

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