They don't know why I love you like I do
And gravity don't have a thing to do with you or me
My moon, you're my moon, you're my moon
It had been an extended mission, her Master ordering her to stay while he left, and with the stormy expression he held in the deep lines upon his face, she could only guess what he was after—the vengeance he more doggedly pursued, drawing him closer to a dark path.
The Lannik girl whom she would remain with roamed her hand through dark chestnut hair, twining the loose braid around her fingers once more in an expression of nervousness.
It was refreshing though, to not be forced to stare up at another being, the Lannik girl was about her height—and her name, "Ntozake…" she had said, but then her eyes had been wide and afraid, voice hushed.
Ntozake was lovely, Yaddle thought in a sudden revelation, from her brown eyes, soft hair, and when Yaddle had carried her away, tucked close against her body–
She breathed, this was dangerous—attachment— her Master Polvin Kut would certainly chastise her and—though she wondered if he would even care—lately her master's eyes had become chilling, and across their force bond she could feel the darkness and anger. She was less sure every day of what he might do.
She managed to snap out of her reverie, Ntozake, with her eyes firmly on the ground, a faint blush across her cheeks, was inviting her into the small home…
Two months passed, her Master only contacting her once–
Ntozake shivered bringing her knees up to her chest, looking out to the winding river, Yaddle scooted closer offering use of her cloak to cover them both and Ntozake snuggled underneath it, their large ears inadvertently brushing against eachothers. They rested for a while, Yaddle's species was much longer lived, but they were the same age. However, what felt like a chasm of difference lay before them, and affections that could not be returned.
The moons reflected off the water, stars twinkling, a sweet scent filled the air, the last vestiges of this planet's summer as it melted to an autumn.
She laughed, a clear bright sound, her heart soared.
They shared a plate of sweets in the branches of an old, twisted tree.
She told her of the Jedi, of her Creche Master, her friends, and of her training. Ntozake listened raptly, and in turn, spoke of her sister, of her mother, and the way the sickness had taken them both.
Will you leave? Will you stay?
I must go eventually..
Will I see you again?
Sure, I am..
She looked so lovely in the moonlight, they kissed but briefly, gently, and held eachother long into the night.
I love you.
I will be back. I will. Sure, I am…
A long decade passed, of pain and torment and captivity.
Can't you stay?
That moon river was dried up when she returned, she thought she could hear that voice once more, still in the youth of her species. There is no emotion, there is peace…she recited as tears dripped down her cheeks.