It had been an exceptionally non-rainy day on the island.

Rey was sat on the verdant grass watching the sun-gilded leaves around her her sway lightly in the warm wind. She lay her palm on the ground, and just felt.

Ever since the day on the rock, it felt like her whole body was humming with a soundless melody, gently nudged by invisible motions. She touched the grass and felt the life there, and the death - leaves turning to soil, to begin life anew. She felt the roots, taking and giving. She felt the balance. The Force.

A rumbling sound from a little away broke her concentration.

"What's that, Chewie?"

She'd learned a little wookiee, but she'd never heard this expression before.

"He's talking about Life Day."

Her mas- Luke, she corrected herself, he didn't want her to call him that, Luke had returned from checking the fish-traps for garpon, and was standing there with fish scales dotting his fingers, glittering in the sun.

Rey stood up. "What's that?" She'd never heard of it.

"It's an old Wookiee day of celebration. A holiday to mark the passing of another year, and to come together as a family. To celebrate the harmony between all of us."

Luke said this a little wryly, but not without warmth. He glanced at Chewie.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I haven't really had an inclination to celebrate Life Day in recent years. I did not realize it was coming around."

Rey pondered Luke's explanation for a while. It didn't sound all that different from what she'd been thinking these past few days. Even in the midst of all this, mixed with all the confusion and uncertainty, there was harmony inside her. She knew she was in the right place in her journey, even if she didn't know where the road would lead her. When she thought of her friends back in the Resistance base, of Finn and BB-8... of Luke and Chewie... there was a feeling of family.

"Well, you might not have the inclination, but you have the company now," she said brightly. "Tell me about the traditions, Chewie."

Chewbacca roared pleasantly, then added a rueful sidenote.

"No Porg for Life Day dinner? I think we can manage."