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"It is an exploration for truth; the reveal can be more terrifying than the unknown."
With supplies low and the general morale of the crew very much the same, the Moira still continues to move through the Runoff at a decent speed. As per Captain Ira's orders, plans to stop at the nearest port of call to re-supply and (hopefully) give those aboard a chance to recover from the catastrophe of the Luminous Sea and its subsequent plants have been made priority. Without much incident, after nearly a week and a half of traveling, the ship makes ready to dock.
WELCOME TO THE MINI COLONY
The Mini Colony was first established as a outpost between the Fixed Moons and the Living City of Inanna. Yet, over the centuries, it has flourished into an outpost of trade and commerce as well as is home to numerous individuals from across the universes. The temperature is generally mild all year, and even when it isn't, there are control units throughout the Mini Colony regulating weather conditions to keep it from such high extremes. Its citizens, while diverse, appear to cohabitate together well and are generally welcoming to those traveling through. However, beyond the numerous tourist areas, there are more dangerous and less friendly places in the Mini Colony. Anything and everything can be found here. You just have to know the right person to ask.
☄ OUT AND ABOUT There is quite a lot to see in the Mini Colony, and not even an entire week will allow for all that this place has to offer. Aside from the multiple businesses found within the MC, there are also plenty of other sectors ready to be explored by those crew members willing to brave these particular places. Yet, within these sectors, there are some "unknown" places that not even the locals really give much attention to. If explored, everything is as normal as any other place on the Mini Colony, but as time progresses, the trek through begins to take longer and longer. Soon, you find yourself tired and with no end in sight as to happening upon another sector, and after a while, a nearby bench seems to beckon you to sit. Upon sitting, a soft humming sound fills your ears and in the span between blinks, you're suddenly waking up on the Moira just as it docks at the Mini Colony. Talk about deja vu.
☄ SWEET NOTES After a few days, those aboard the ship may notice that particular areas of the Mini Colony are beginning to prepare for some sort of celebration. This festival is known as the Desiderium Festival, which derives from "an ardent desire for something that has been lost", and is a celebration to remember and honor the dead—as well as the living. It is celebrated with a particular fruit that ripens around this date every year. This citrus fruit is tart, yet sweet, and crumbles into caviar when removed from its rind; the fruit has no special effects on the eater but pairs nicely with alcohol for after-hours consumption. The group that throws this festival, the Lamaria, make paper from the rinds of the fruits, which is then used to write on and is the only proper paper for these notes to be written on. As fitting the occasion, people wear special finery to present the notes to their friends and relatives and to wear to the grave sites where they leave the notes for the dead. These tend to be burgundy and lime colors, like the fruits, and are shot through with gold. Participating is considered a great honor, so if asked to join, carefully consider before declining.
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thisavrou_log2016-10-02 12:25 am
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The lines that govern what would be proper in this situation don't really exist beyond Anakin's insistence that he do right by the woman he's already given the whole of himself to.
He laughs and shakes his head. "If you want to renew vows, maybe--Obi-Wan wants to be there if we do and won't forgive me if I forget--but...I don't see why not. It's yours."
He continues to hold her with one arm while reaching back across the table to present her the box properly this time.
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There is that small twitch of her lips at his laugh as she looks back over at him. It does change him, draws those lines away from his face and makes him seem younger. War has aged them both over the years, brought new marks upon their beings that weren't otherwise there. But there are times when they can vanish, in those moments between, when happiness surfaces.
Yet how times change. There is, perhaps, a slight hint of red at the mention of Obi-Wan's name, if only because she can recall a time when he had once asked her to break things off with Anakin. Instead, she had worked out a way for them to wed. There is a small shake of her own head now as a hand cups his cheek. "We can't have Obi-Wan doing that."
It is with a reverence that her fingers move down, to gently pluck the ring from it's box. There is never the question of whether it would fit or not. Never does it cross her mind to even think it. Rather she brings it closer, eyes intend upon it, yet still holding it as if it is the most precious thing in the world. It is small, the tug of her lips, as she studies it, joy and radiance all but lighting her up, until she feels that it may well spill over. And she turns it, fingers running over the surface, before leaning back against him. "It truly is beyond words, Ani."
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Truly, he's still unsure of what Kenobi had meant to accomplish in that horrifying display of a wayward third-wheel. The agitation, even now months and a surprise year later, still feels fresh enough that there's a flash of a grimace to go along with the momentary heat he feels settle over Padmé's mood. It settles as she does.
This is not about Obi-Wan, and he knows it. The uncertainty between them comes from continually marking new territory for the constraints put on them both. He doesn't think to remind her that none of this would be possible without him. Right now, it doesn't quite matter. He has his blessing; it's what he does with it that he should focus on.
So he does, leaning in first to place a kiss at her temple as she's otherwise distracted.
"I wasn't sure I would find something that suited you properly," he says, knowing full well that she'd have accepted something he'd fashioned out of spare parts if that was what he had. That he can pay the tribute he feels she deserves is new, usually so disappointed (a quiet complaint he bites back to avoid a response that sounds too much like pity) when he has nothing to give her for everything she does for them both.
"'Beyond words' is good, right?"
He has no doubt it is. He laughs through what would otherwise seem like an insecure question.
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The paths that they have taken to get here have already been crossed, and they have interwoven with others, moreso for some, less for others. Sometimes those paths did branch away, like Ahsoka leaving the Order, but there are people who are dear to her, that she would fight to her last breath to save. Even now, after everything, after that grasp around her neck and the hatred in his eyes, Anakin is still one of those. Their paths no longer match up, but rather have diverged, and started a new trail, one that is unique in and of itself. Those threads are being rewoven, and she finds herself smiling as he plants a light kiss on her temple.
Yet he is right in that regard. Everything he has given her, she has kept. That Japor snippet, that braid of his hair... They are precious and meaningful to her, as each one has been a display of affection, of love. And it is true, as whatever he had decided on, she would have loved, because he had put the thought in to it. She'd give up all the silk and jewels in the world to be with him, as they are meaningless against him.
There is a little jab of her elbow to his side, a playful gesture because unlike all those years ago on Naboo, she knows he is jesting. "Well it's certainly not bad, husband of mine. But I do mean it, Anakin. Thank you."
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This feels normal. More than right, even. She's worth this: the exorbitant price of the rings, the pain and the fear, all of it, and then some. Everything, if that was what was demanded of him, and his life in a heartbeat.
He feigns a wince, unconvincing amidst the laughter, and pulls her close. "Anything I have is yours."
And not simply because a holy man had told him to say so when he should have given her this ring in the first place.
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Words really cannot explain her true feelings on what it all means- the rings, his words. Cupping his cheek, she draws him close, lips meeting his own, and even if she cannot say everything, that kiss alone proclaims it all. Her love, her devotion, how touched she is by the gesture. It is all poured in to that kiss that she gives him, lingering, before she pulls back, her forehead resting against his own.
"And all that I have is yours, Ani."