#I decided to go back and do a little revising, decided more who Sariah is, a little bit more backstory in mind and where I want to go with this. I'll admit, I'm actually a Poe/Rey kind of girl, but since this just popped into my head, here we are. Standard disclaimer, Star Wars isn't mine, just having fun.#
The twin moons lit the sky in pale glow, reflecting in the dark water of the lake that stretched out before her. She had trained herself not to think of him, not to wonder what was happening out there. She knew his heart was with the Resistance. She could not have kept him away. A greater part of her didn't want to. She was proud of him, his bravery and his skill, his desire to do the right thing and fight for right over evil. He came by it honestly, his parents had been part of the Alliance. Unlike hers, well at least her father. He'd been part of the Empire, and she hated him for that and more.
Their son was growing, two years old and ceaselessly climbing and trying to fly. He was his father's son. She smiled at the thought, from the stories she'd heard of her husband as a child, their son was an exact copy.
This world was remote, agricultural but not likely to attract any undue attention as there was literally no technology of any kind. The people of this planet primarily belonged to a religious sect that shunned such things and the handful of others were like her, here to escape. He had placed them here in hopes of keeping them safe.
She fingered the necklace she wore, the silver pendant was heavy and round, but small, a tiny red jewel in the centre. He had given it to her when they married, barely three years before. When he'd left them here, she'd insisted he go back to wearing his mother's ring on a chain around his neck. He'd agreed and so the pendant had become even more special in his absence.