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Well, I was right, she was calling me to watch yet another band of rebels be escorted through the palace gardens below us. They wore clothes of fiery red and ebony black with touches of white or green or blue or gold.
Our people are not giving in.
We will fight––that is what their clothes say. We grieve for our fallen friends and for our planet, but we will not give in.
Watching them walk meekly in the midst of those wretched battle-droids was terrible but also ironic. If only the Neimodians (I won't condescend to learn their slimy names) knew what we are ""saying"" behind their backs. It's so funny, even while it's tragic.
Saché has disappeared into Padmé's wardrobe, of all places. Why she wants to go in there to write is absolutely beyond me. I'd ask, but every time I try to say something to her, she gets this tight look on her face and either doesn't answer, or gives me the briefest answer possible.
Maybe she's as tired of being stuck in these rooms as I am, but just doesn't want to admit it.
Or maybe she's just strange.
It's funny, because while we've been serving Padmé for awhile now, and we've gotten to know one another quite well, I've suddenly realized that I don't *really* know Saché as well as I would have thought. I mean, I know quite a bit about Rabé and Sabé and Eirtaé, but Saché has always been quiet. Totally my opposite. Which is probably why of all my fellow handmaidens, I know her the least well.
There is bond between all of us though––Sabé, Rabé, Eirtaé, Saché, and I––that transcends what we actually know about each other. We all have the same goal and mission––to serve Naboo, to serve the Queen, and to keep them both safe. We may have different ways of going about things, but we are meant to work together and complement each other and I think we do.
For example, I would have fought right from the start if I had my choice, but Saché kept me from acting rashly. And I can admit now that I probably would have ended up in one of the camps, or executed or something, and not much use to anyone.
On the other hand, if fighting does start, I'll be able (I hope) to motivate Saché to fight, even though her instinct may be to wait until we get some actual direction from Padmé.
I guess this has been a real learning experience for me.
Now if I could just get Saché out of the wardrobe...
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Well, I was right, she was calling me to watch yet another band of rebels be escorted through the palace gardens below us. They wore clothes of fiery red and ebony black with touches of white or green or blue or gold.
Our people are not giving in.
We will fight––that is what their clothes say. We grieve for our fallen friends and for our planet, but we will not give in.
Watching them walk meekly in the midst of those wretched battle-droids was terrible but also ironic. If only the Neimodians (I won't condescend to learn their slimy names) knew what we are ""saying"" behind their backs. It's so funny, even while it's tragic.
Saché has disappeared into Padmé's wardrobe, of all places. Why she wants to go in there to write is absolutely beyond me. I'd ask, but every time I try to say something to her, she gets this tight look on her face and either doesn't answer, or gives me the briefest answer possible.
Maybe she's as tired of being stuck in these rooms as I am, but just doesn't want to admit it.
Or maybe she's just strange.
It's funny, because while we've been serving Padmé for awhile now, and we've gotten to know one another quite well, I've suddenly realized that I don't *really* know Saché as well as I would have thought. I mean, I know quite a bit about Rabé and Sabé and Eirtaé, but Saché has always been quiet. Totally my opposite. Which is probably why of all my fellow handmaidens, I know her the least well.
There is bond between all of us though––Sabé, Rabé, Eirtaé, Saché, and I––that transcends what we actually know about each other. We all have the same goal and mission––to serve Naboo, to serve the Queen, and to keep them both safe. We may have different ways of going about things, but we are meant to work together and complement each other and I think we do.
For example, I would have fought right from the start if I had my choice, but Saché kept me from acting rashly. And I can admit now that I probably would have ended up in one of the camps, or executed or something, and not much use to anyone.
On the other hand, if fighting does start, I'll be able (I hope) to motivate Saché to fight, even though her instinct may be to wait until we get some actual direction from Padmé.
I guess this has been a real learning experience for me.
Now if I could just get Saché out of the wardrobe...
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