The Past
Satine thoughtfully fingered the big, black, musical instrument. She carefully sat down at the piano bench gracefully raising her hands onto the piano. She quietly played a quiet waltz on the piano letting her thoughts drift away. Then suddenly she felt a small tug on her dress causing her to promptly look to her side, seeing her 3 year old daughter, Wren, contentedly smiling at her. Seeing her, Satine broke into a delightful smile seeing her daughter. She then picked her up swinging her around, both of them laughing as Satine gently put her down, sitting her up on the piano bench sitting her wrapping her arm around her. Satine then gently picked up Wren's hands playing a small, simple song. Then she lightly let go watching her daughter play randomly, creating a ruckus. With her arm still around Wren, Satine delicately gave her daughter a peck on the head. Just watching her.
Wren POV
It was early in the morning and I had just crawled out of bed. Like all morning, before I could get my hands on a cup of coffee, I had therefore been useless. As I slowly made my way to the kitchen I walked into my apartment, prepared to see my troublesome friend, Melenia, a rebellious, skilled in combat, Mandalorian who has been my friend ever since we grew up. But as I groggily shuffled in, I admissibly ignored my mother who had served herself a cup of coffee, inviting herself in. As I took my first sip of my black coffee, I then decided to acknowledge my mother's presence.
"So who let you in? Or should I rephrase that question, how did you let yourself in?" I insensitively asked her.
"I came looking for you. It has been years since you've been home. People are asking questions and people are quickly plotting against me."
"What else is new?" I said slightly under my breath.
"Excuse me?" She said knowing the answer. But she had been right. It had been nearly seven years that I had last been there. But my mum always acted as if I had abandoned my perfect life but the only thing my life was and still is, is broken. I have no memory of my father, my mum was never here for me but she was always around for Mandalore, and yet she is never afraid to get herself in trouble then let me save her.
"Mum, it's been years only because I have been having a peaceful life where I am. I am happy here and this is where I have a job, an apartment, friends. This is home." For that brief minute in time, I had felt the most pressure than ever before but I felt my mum was finally realizing that I'm not the little girl she hoped I was that I'm a woman not a girl.
"Wren, Mandalore needs you home. Korky needs you home. I need you home." My mum whispered with tears running down her face. Behind me I heard the door open and in came Melenia. But it was only seconds that she turned around running out. My mum had been holding me hands gently squeezing them just like how she used to. There was something in me but I just couldn't say no.
As I joined my mum on her ship, I greeted her guards as I lugged my stuff plopping it down on the seat in between my mum and me.
"Wren, someone wants me dead." She whispered quietly into my ear as she picked my stuff up and moved it to a different seat, then sitting in that seat.
"Mum, I'm not coming home for you. I'm coming home because that is the choice I made. I'm sorry but I can't get close to you by you forcing yourself into my life. It's going to be a while til I can just get over it all." I felt that I was so mad at myself that I couldn't wipe the slate between me and my mum but I just couldn't. What I did is unacceptable but what she did to me is just unthinkable.