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Chapter 2
"Sabé! Stop it!" Eirtaé yelled.
"Sabé! You're messing up my hair!" Rabé yelled frantically.
Sabé stopped jumping. "I don't care!" she declared.
"You should. You're so immature." Rabé stated angrily.
"Uh oh." was all Eirtaé said. She knew where this was leading to. Sure enough-
"Well...so are you." Sabé replied flatly.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Am not!" Sabé said slyly.
"Are to-" Rabé cut short, as Sabé grinned like a Cheshire cat. "You think you're soo smart aren't you?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Sabé said ever so innocently.
"One of these days-"
"Sure, then you'll break a nail, and then...'Oh my gosh...can't you believe it! I broke a nail!' " Sabé quoted in a Rabé-ish voice. Eirtaé tried not to laugh. Rabé looked like she was going to cry and fall into a rage.
"Eirtaé...tell her to stop being so mean, won't you dear?" Rabé whined in a voice that did NOT fit 16.
"Aw...how sweet...guess you're not as strong as a queen's handmaiden should be, huh?" Sabé said, crossly.
Sabé's words hit their mark. "Oh...you..you...IDIOT!" Rabé cried, and ran into her chambers. Eirtaé shot Sabé a dissaproving look, and went to the door, trying to caox her out, or to let her in. "Leave me be! Teach HER some MANNERS!" Rabé shrieked from inside.
"Look who's talking." Sabé muttered.
"Now, don't be cross, it IS your fault you know." Eirtaé said, sitting next to her, brushing her normally, wild out-of-control hair. "Rabé tries to be strong, you know. It's not her fault she's not as strong and healthy as the rest of us."
"But why does she have to be so perfect?" Sabé complained.
"Huh?" of all things, Eirtaé did NOT expect Sabé to say THAT. I mean, would you?
"Look at the four of us. Padmé, Rabé, you and me. Padmé has that beauty streak that you just can't place, and people even mistake her for an ANGEL." she stressed, laughing a hollow laugh. "An ANGEL, can you believe it? I mean, she's far from one, that's for sure, but she could easily pass as one of Nabbo's famous people or something."
"But.." Eirtaé asked,"You two were best friends when you were born, didn't it upset you then?"
"NOt really, because then...she was incomplete." Sabé said thoughtfully. Eirtaé lost her here. "See, Padmé had short cropped hair, while I had my long hair. My hair was my only beauty, everyone kept complimenting me on it. But when Padmé was becoming Her Royal Highness Queen Amidala, I suggested that she grow her hair out. Then..."
"..people stopped complimenting you, because now your one beauty was shared." Eirtaé finished. Sabé nodded miserably. Rather than argue, she prompted, "And?"
"You. Your silky black hair, and black night eyes, and your...accent!"
"My accent?"
"Yes! That's what people admire in others, their accent. And your someone a lot of people would admire."
[i]No they wouldn't[/i]Eirtaé thought. "And Rabé?"
"Rabé has beautiful blond hair, she'd make a great housewife, and she's PERFECT!!!!!"
"Now you're just simply fretting. There are plenty of wonderful and amazing things about you too." Eirtaé comforted.
Sabé raised her eyebrow, "Yeah...like what?"
"For instance...you are a wonderful dancer...a great singer...you excel at writing and art...you're very fast..you're great at defense/attack...lots of things." Sabé rolled her eyes. "Tell you what. Go take a walk, it'll cool you off, then straight to bed." Eirtaé suggested.
"Yes ma'am." she replied, still sadly. She grabbed her cloak and went out the door.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Sabé walked out in the cool air of Tatooine. She sighed. Like all desert planets, it was hot in the daytime, cold at night. Briefly, she wondered where Padmé was. Captain Panaka might have said something about her dwellings, but honestly, which self-respecting soul would listen to Panaka? That was unheard of, in Sabé's mind, anyway. "What might you be doing here at this time, handmaiden?" a masculine voice asked in her ear. Sabé spun around. It was Obi-wan Kenobi.
"I enjoy the night sky. Will I be so rude as to asking what you may be doing here?" Sabé asked, wryly, bowing as well.
Obi-wan Kenobi smirked, "You would, but I suppose I was at fault. Forgive me, handmaiden for.intruding, if you like to put it that way." And so he gave a mock-gracious bow. Sabé replied with a clumsy curtsey. "I was merely enjoy the scenery, not unlike yourself, if I may add."
"You may not, but I suppose you already did." Sabé replied. She knew she was talking nonsense, but who was to care? She'd probably never talk to this Jedi ever again, and that suited her and probably Obi-wan just fine. "But you may call me Sabé, not handmaiden. I feel like a doll children play with nowadays with that alias."
"I see." Obi-wan grinned with amusement. It wasn't hard to see why. Sabé was only 16, and she looked it. In most terms, that is considered childhood. But Padmé was 14, and she was far from being a child.in public anyway, Sabé mused. "Well, Sabé, will you do me the honor of staying in your company?"
"If the Jedi hasn't better things to do." Sabé retorted, amused.
"Hardly." Obi-wan gave a dazzled smile, while Sabé replied to with a rolling of her eyes.
***
"Can Jedi read minds?" Sabé asked. She was concerned about this. If he could, then he might find out that she wasn't the real queen. Which in turn could put Padmé in danger.
Obi-wan frowned. "Well.not that well.and I'm speaking for myself, anyway. Qui-Gon definitely can, and he'd often probe into your mind and withdraw himself out without your knowing," Sabé gave a weak smile, "But.not all can."
"I see." So this was a new development. Sabé shrugged, knowing that a Jedi was a Jedi, can't change 'em, sorry. "So.how long have you been training?"
"Well.roughly since I was thirteen, I believe so about 11-12 years. I know the handmaidens go through training also. How long was your training, Sabé?" Obi-wan asked, curious.
Sabé thought out loud, "Let's see.when I was 5, I learned to handle a blaster. When I was 8, I began taking political classes, along with other worthless stuff-"
"-Sounds like my history classes." Obi-wan grinned, playfully.
Sabé shook her head, "History was interesting. Mainly because our teacher would give us snacks [i]every[/i] day."
"-My kind of teacher." Obi-wan commented. Sabé gave him a questioning look. "Well," he added, sheepishly, "I am widely known in the Jedi Temple for my.fondness of food."
Sabé burst out laughing, "You certainly don't look it. My, my, same here. In the Palace, I am CONSTANTLY in the kitchens, they know me quite well there, you know," she added, matter-of-factly.
Obi-wan laughed, and soon Sabé joined in again. "Well.I haven't laughed this much in AGES!" Sabé commented. Then, sober, "Not since the Federation." she trailed off.
Obi-wan was quiet, not knowing what to say. Finally, he put his hand on her shoulder, "You're worried," he stated.
Sabé looked at the floor, shifting her feet, "My best friend, Saché, was left behind, since she would probably bring up the spirits of the people in the camps. Goodness knows, they need laughter more there, than they do here." Obi-wan nodded, in agreement. "I wish I could do something. I feel like, like I'm in a cage, behind bars, and I can't get free to help. I'd stay there and fight it out if I could, if.if my position allowed it."
She let out too much information, and made a self-note to think before speaking. Another thing to add to her gigantic, 'Things she [b]SHOULD[/b] do list'. Luckily for her, Obi-wan didn't seem to suspect anything. Instead, he quietly stated, "You'd be in danger.or even die."
"I don't fear death." Sabé said, stubbornly.
"Then what do you fear?"
"The cage."
Silence engulfed the two of them. Suddenly, a strong breeze blew and Sabé shivered quickly. Obi-wan noticed this action, and put his cloak on her shoulders. As she was about to protest, he silenced her with, "Just wear it until we get inside. Alright?" Sabé nodded, reluctantly.
Walking back slowly, Obi-wan wondered how such a short relationship, if it could be called one, could cause him to fear so greatly for Sabé. She was one of the handmaidens, and even though the Queen was in more danger, Sabé's recklessness showed potential to get into serious trouble. "Are you.close with the Queen?" he asked her.
Sabé thought carefully before answering. "I didn't know the Queen before I was chosen to be her handmaiden. But she needed tutoring in the fighting arts, and so.I tutored her. She became my best friend, like Saché." "So you'd give up your life for her?"
Sabé, without thinking, answered sadly, "I think I just signed my death." Then, realizing her mistake, she hurriedly added, "Because I'm supposed to be her partner in fighting and all. When we fight, the other 4, or in this case, 2, go behind her, to watch her back, and I'm supposed to be in front." Sabé mentally slapped herself, knowing she gave away more knowledge than necessary, and that she should have kept quiet. She's more discreet than that.so what's wrong with her this time?
Obi-wan kept a straight face, simply nodding sympathetically. Inside, he felt the fear of Sabé's death envelop him again. He didn't know why he cared so much for this girl, he knew her so little, yet so much. [i]Snap out of it, Obi-wan, you're making no sense.[/i]
"It's not really a big deal. I mean, that was what I was pledged to do when I signed the contract to become lead handmaiden," another slip. Furious with herself, she continued, "Anyway, don't you Jedi also have to be open-minded about death?"
Nodding, Obi-wan was surprised. This young girl, thought so little of death, but more of protecting the Queen she loved, and her honor. Sabé was not afraid of death, but to held back in a fight. Briefly, Obi-wan wondered if she was actually [i]looking[/i] for death in a battle.
"Yes." Sabé said. Obi-wan raised an eyebrow.
"Pardon?"
"You wanted to know if I was looking for death, and I said yes." Sabé replied, worried. Hadn't he asked her? Or was her, as her friends call it, 'mojo' at work again?
Obi-wan could have sworn his jaw hit the floor. His eyes widened. At Sabé's worried look, he replied, in a whisper, "You read my mind. H-how?"
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Cyana: Well.hope you liked! Review, puh-leaze!!! Otherwise no updates!!!!!
Sabé: Get on with the story, already! Padmé: Shut up! Cyana should be free to say what she wants! Cyana: *senses danger*Well..here's the next chapter! Hope you like it! Eirtaé: Thank them for the reviews! Cyana: Yeah.that too!!!!
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Chapter 2
"Sabé! Stop it!" Eirtaé yelled.
"Sabé! You're messing up my hair!" Rabé yelled frantically.
Sabé stopped jumping. "I don't care!" she declared.
"You should. You're so immature." Rabé stated angrily.
"Uh oh." was all Eirtaé said. She knew where this was leading to. Sure enough-
"Well...so are you." Sabé replied flatly.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Am not!" Sabé said slyly.
"Are to-" Rabé cut short, as Sabé grinned like a Cheshire cat. "You think you're soo smart aren't you?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Sabé said ever so innocently.
"One of these days-"
"Sure, then you'll break a nail, and then...'Oh my gosh...can't you believe it! I broke a nail!' " Sabé quoted in a Rabé-ish voice. Eirtaé tried not to laugh. Rabé looked like she was going to cry and fall into a rage.
"Eirtaé...tell her to stop being so mean, won't you dear?" Rabé whined in a voice that did NOT fit 16.
"Aw...how sweet...guess you're not as strong as a queen's handmaiden should be, huh?" Sabé said, crossly.
Sabé's words hit their mark. "Oh...you..you...IDIOT!" Rabé cried, and ran into her chambers. Eirtaé shot Sabé a dissaproving look, and went to the door, trying to caox her out, or to let her in. "Leave me be! Teach HER some MANNERS!" Rabé shrieked from inside.
"Look who's talking." Sabé muttered.
"Now, don't be cross, it IS your fault you know." Eirtaé said, sitting next to her, brushing her normally, wild out-of-control hair. "Rabé tries to be strong, you know. It's not her fault she's not as strong and healthy as the rest of us."
"But why does she have to be so perfect?" Sabé complained.
"Huh?" of all things, Eirtaé did NOT expect Sabé to say THAT. I mean, would you?
"Look at the four of us. Padmé, Rabé, you and me. Padmé has that beauty streak that you just can't place, and people even mistake her for an ANGEL." she stressed, laughing a hollow laugh. "An ANGEL, can you believe it? I mean, she's far from one, that's for sure, but she could easily pass as one of Nabbo's famous people or something."
"But.." Eirtaé asked,"You two were best friends when you were born, didn't it upset you then?"
"NOt really, because then...she was incomplete." Sabé said thoughtfully. Eirtaé lost her here. "See, Padmé had short cropped hair, while I had my long hair. My hair was my only beauty, everyone kept complimenting me on it. But when Padmé was becoming Her Royal Highness Queen Amidala, I suggested that she grow her hair out. Then..."
"..people stopped complimenting you, because now your one beauty was shared." Eirtaé finished. Sabé nodded miserably. Rather than argue, she prompted, "And?"
"You. Your silky black hair, and black night eyes, and your...accent!"
"My accent?"
"Yes! That's what people admire in others, their accent. And your someone a lot of people would admire."
[i]No they wouldn't[/i]Eirtaé thought. "And Rabé?"
"Rabé has beautiful blond hair, she'd make a great housewife, and she's PERFECT!!!!!"
"Now you're just simply fretting. There are plenty of wonderful and amazing things about you too." Eirtaé comforted.
Sabé raised her eyebrow, "Yeah...like what?"
"For instance...you are a wonderful dancer...a great singer...you excel at writing and art...you're very fast..you're great at defense/attack...lots of things." Sabé rolled her eyes. "Tell you what. Go take a walk, it'll cool you off, then straight to bed." Eirtaé suggested.
"Yes ma'am." she replied, still sadly. She grabbed her cloak and went out the door.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Sabé walked out in the cool air of Tatooine. She sighed. Like all desert planets, it was hot in the daytime, cold at night. Briefly, she wondered where Padmé was. Captain Panaka might have said something about her dwellings, but honestly, which self-respecting soul would listen to Panaka? That was unheard of, in Sabé's mind, anyway. "What might you be doing here at this time, handmaiden?" a masculine voice asked in her ear. Sabé spun around. It was Obi-wan Kenobi.
"I enjoy the night sky. Will I be so rude as to asking what you may be doing here?" Sabé asked, wryly, bowing as well.
Obi-wan Kenobi smirked, "You would, but I suppose I was at fault. Forgive me, handmaiden for.intruding, if you like to put it that way." And so he gave a mock-gracious bow. Sabé replied with a clumsy curtsey. "I was merely enjoy the scenery, not unlike yourself, if I may add."
"You may not, but I suppose you already did." Sabé replied. She knew she was talking nonsense, but who was to care? She'd probably never talk to this Jedi ever again, and that suited her and probably Obi-wan just fine. "But you may call me Sabé, not handmaiden. I feel like a doll children play with nowadays with that alias."
"I see." Obi-wan grinned with amusement. It wasn't hard to see why. Sabé was only 16, and she looked it. In most terms, that is considered childhood. But Padmé was 14, and she was far from being a child.in public anyway, Sabé mused. "Well, Sabé, will you do me the honor of staying in your company?"
"If the Jedi hasn't better things to do." Sabé retorted, amused.
"Hardly." Obi-wan gave a dazzled smile, while Sabé replied to with a rolling of her eyes.
***
"Can Jedi read minds?" Sabé asked. She was concerned about this. If he could, then he might find out that she wasn't the real queen. Which in turn could put Padmé in danger.
Obi-wan frowned. "Well.not that well.and I'm speaking for myself, anyway. Qui-Gon definitely can, and he'd often probe into your mind and withdraw himself out without your knowing," Sabé gave a weak smile, "But.not all can."
"I see." So this was a new development. Sabé shrugged, knowing that a Jedi was a Jedi, can't change 'em, sorry. "So.how long have you been training?"
"Well.roughly since I was thirteen, I believe so about 11-12 years. I know the handmaidens go through training also. How long was your training, Sabé?" Obi-wan asked, curious.
Sabé thought out loud, "Let's see.when I was 5, I learned to handle a blaster. When I was 8, I began taking political classes, along with other worthless stuff-"
"-Sounds like my history classes." Obi-wan grinned, playfully.
Sabé shook her head, "History was interesting. Mainly because our teacher would give us snacks [i]every[/i] day."
"-My kind of teacher." Obi-wan commented. Sabé gave him a questioning look. "Well," he added, sheepishly, "I am widely known in the Jedi Temple for my.fondness of food."
Sabé burst out laughing, "You certainly don't look it. My, my, same here. In the Palace, I am CONSTANTLY in the kitchens, they know me quite well there, you know," she added, matter-of-factly.
Obi-wan laughed, and soon Sabé joined in again. "Well.I haven't laughed this much in AGES!" Sabé commented. Then, sober, "Not since the Federation." she trailed off.
Obi-wan was quiet, not knowing what to say. Finally, he put his hand on her shoulder, "You're worried," he stated.
Sabé looked at the floor, shifting her feet, "My best friend, Saché, was left behind, since she would probably bring up the spirits of the people in the camps. Goodness knows, they need laughter more there, than they do here." Obi-wan nodded, in agreement. "I wish I could do something. I feel like, like I'm in a cage, behind bars, and I can't get free to help. I'd stay there and fight it out if I could, if.if my position allowed it."
She let out too much information, and made a self-note to think before speaking. Another thing to add to her gigantic, 'Things she [b]SHOULD[/b] do list'. Luckily for her, Obi-wan didn't seem to suspect anything. Instead, he quietly stated, "You'd be in danger.or even die."
"I don't fear death." Sabé said, stubbornly.
"Then what do you fear?"
"The cage."
Silence engulfed the two of them. Suddenly, a strong breeze blew and Sabé shivered quickly. Obi-wan noticed this action, and put his cloak on her shoulders. As she was about to protest, he silenced her with, "Just wear it until we get inside. Alright?" Sabé nodded, reluctantly.
Walking back slowly, Obi-wan wondered how such a short relationship, if it could be called one, could cause him to fear so greatly for Sabé. She was one of the handmaidens, and even though the Queen was in more danger, Sabé's recklessness showed potential to get into serious trouble. "Are you.close with the Queen?" he asked her.
Sabé thought carefully before answering. "I didn't know the Queen before I was chosen to be her handmaiden. But she needed tutoring in the fighting arts, and so.I tutored her. She became my best friend, like Saché." "So you'd give up your life for her?"
Sabé, without thinking, answered sadly, "I think I just signed my death." Then, realizing her mistake, she hurriedly added, "Because I'm supposed to be her partner in fighting and all. When we fight, the other 4, or in this case, 2, go behind her, to watch her back, and I'm supposed to be in front." Sabé mentally slapped herself, knowing she gave away more knowledge than necessary, and that she should have kept quiet. She's more discreet than that.so what's wrong with her this time?
Obi-wan kept a straight face, simply nodding sympathetically. Inside, he felt the fear of Sabé's death envelop him again. He didn't know why he cared so much for this girl, he knew her so little, yet so much. [i]Snap out of it, Obi-wan, you're making no sense.[/i]
"It's not really a big deal. I mean, that was what I was pledged to do when I signed the contract to become lead handmaiden," another slip. Furious with herself, she continued, "Anyway, don't you Jedi also have to be open-minded about death?"
Nodding, Obi-wan was surprised. This young girl, thought so little of death, but more of protecting the Queen she loved, and her honor. Sabé was not afraid of death, but to held back in a fight. Briefly, Obi-wan wondered if she was actually [i]looking[/i] for death in a battle.
"Yes." Sabé said. Obi-wan raised an eyebrow.
"Pardon?"
"You wanted to know if I was looking for death, and I said yes." Sabé replied, worried. Hadn't he asked her? Or was her, as her friends call it, 'mojo' at work again?
Obi-wan could have sworn his jaw hit the floor. His eyes widened. At Sabé's worried look, he replied, in a whisper, "You read my mind. H-how?"
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