Reflection:
Epilogue
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"Yaro? Yaro! Where are you?" Yaddle walked around the hangar bay, searching out for her husband. It was weird; she had been away from the Temple for over a year, and yet she could still find her way to everywhere, especially her beloved library. The crisp smell of the books, the bronze busts of famous Jedi, and the whispering sound of Padawans, Knights, and Masters alike, all studying and learning all they could, was so refreshing for Yaddle, having been away from it for such an extended period of time.
"Over here, Yaddle," Yaro's voice answered from a platform overlooking Coruscant. Though the time was very late into the night, night was something that the city-planet had not experienced in decades. Even though the sun had set, the ambience of the trillions of billions of lights from speeders, rooms, and other things, lit up the planet like the galaxy's largest collection of fireflies.
Walking over to where she had heard her husband's voice, Yaddle found him on an extended platform, dangling his triple-digit feet over the edge, letting the fake wind blow his vest and scarf around him. Yiara was snuggled deep in his arms, and from the way her eyes darted every which way, never staying still, Yaddle guessed that she was no where near ready to go to sleep.
Sitting next to Yaro, Yaddle put a hand on his arm. "Why are you up?"
"Well, Yiara apparently thinks that she's gotten enough rest, and I thought I'd show her all the lights."
"Ah, I see." Looking out to the lights, both Jedi fell silent. Yiara gurgled, cooed, and babbled in her own secret language at the passing taxis, limousines, air buses, and speeders, fascinated by how fast they accelerated past the Temple.
Yaddle closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and let herself fall into the Force. Coruscant always felt so different in the Force than other planets; on other worlds, the Force was nothing more than a gentle whisper to those sensitive to it. But on Coruscant, the trillions of life forces combined into a roaring whirlwind of voices, blasting into her mind. It was like Coruscant was the very core of the Force, like the exact opposite of the eye of a storm.
"I've learned something, Yaddle."
Opening her eyes, Yaddle looked curiously over at her spouse. "Oh? What?"
Yaro looked at her, then Yiara, then stopping his gaze out at Coruscant's glittering skyscrapers. "Twenty-one years ago, I had no home, no identity, no one who gave a damn about me. When I saw my reflection, I saw only Yaro. Just Yaro."
He looked back at her, his crooked smile appearing on his face. "But now, when I see my reflection, I see Yaro...but other things too. I see my wife, Yiara, Yosho, Ilene, Fibril, Trixis, Yoda, Mace, and so many other people. Because you, my friends, and my family have shaped me, Yaddle. I am no longer just a person, but more like a product of the love, friendships, losses, and happiness I have been given."
Yaddle smiled back at him and put her hand on top of hers, squeezing his tightly. "I'm glad you know your purpose Yaro."
Yaro barked out a laugh, startling both Yaddle and Yiara. "Purpose? I don't think even Master Yoda knows his purpose. Like he says, 'always in motion is the future'. I'll never know my true reason for being..." He smiled even wider, returning the tight grip on his hand. "...except for loving you and Yiara."
Smiling every bit as widely as her husband, Yaddle placed her head on Yaro's shoulder for comfort. "I suppose you are right, my love."
"That would be a first." Looking out to the skyline, Yaro let his head rest upon Yaddle's own, flattening her red hair. "I love you, my reflection."
"I love you too, reflection."
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THE END...or is it? ^_^
*****
"Yaro? Yaro! Where are you?" Yaddle walked around the hangar bay, searching out for her husband. It was weird; she had been away from the Temple for over a year, and yet she could still find her way to everywhere, especially her beloved library. The crisp smell of the books, the bronze busts of famous Jedi, and the whispering sound of Padawans, Knights, and Masters alike, all studying and learning all they could, was so refreshing for Yaddle, having been away from it for such an extended period of time.
"Over here, Yaddle," Yaro's voice answered from a platform overlooking Coruscant. Though the time was very late into the night, night was something that the city-planet had not experienced in decades. Even though the sun had set, the ambience of the trillions of billions of lights from speeders, rooms, and other things, lit up the planet like the galaxy's largest collection of fireflies.
Walking over to where she had heard her husband's voice, Yaddle found him on an extended platform, dangling his triple-digit feet over the edge, letting the fake wind blow his vest and scarf around him. Yiara was snuggled deep in his arms, and from the way her eyes darted every which way, never staying still, Yaddle guessed that she was no where near ready to go to sleep.
Sitting next to Yaro, Yaddle put a hand on his arm. "Why are you up?"
"Well, Yiara apparently thinks that she's gotten enough rest, and I thought I'd show her all the lights."
"Ah, I see." Looking out to the lights, both Jedi fell silent. Yiara gurgled, cooed, and babbled in her own secret language at the passing taxis, limousines, air buses, and speeders, fascinated by how fast they accelerated past the Temple.
Yaddle closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and let herself fall into the Force. Coruscant always felt so different in the Force than other planets; on other worlds, the Force was nothing more than a gentle whisper to those sensitive to it. But on Coruscant, the trillions of life forces combined into a roaring whirlwind of voices, blasting into her mind. It was like Coruscant was the very core of the Force, like the exact opposite of the eye of a storm.
"I've learned something, Yaddle."
Opening her eyes, Yaddle looked curiously over at her spouse. "Oh? What?"
Yaro looked at her, then Yiara, then stopping his gaze out at Coruscant's glittering skyscrapers. "Twenty-one years ago, I had no home, no identity, no one who gave a damn about me. When I saw my reflection, I saw only Yaro. Just Yaro."
He looked back at her, his crooked smile appearing on his face. "But now, when I see my reflection, I see Yaro...but other things too. I see my wife, Yiara, Yosho, Ilene, Fibril, Trixis, Yoda, Mace, and so many other people. Because you, my friends, and my family have shaped me, Yaddle. I am no longer just a person, but more like a product of the love, friendships, losses, and happiness I have been given."
Yaddle smiled back at him and put her hand on top of hers, squeezing his tightly. "I'm glad you know your purpose Yaro."
Yaro barked out a laugh, startling both Yaddle and Yiara. "Purpose? I don't think even Master Yoda knows his purpose. Like he says, 'always in motion is the future'. I'll never know my true reason for being..." He smiled even wider, returning the tight grip on his hand. "...except for loving you and Yiara."
Smiling every bit as widely as her husband, Yaddle placed her head on Yaro's shoulder for comfort. "I suppose you are right, my love."
"That would be a first." Looking out to the skyline, Yaro let his head rest upon Yaddle's own, flattening her red hair. "I love you, my reflection."
"I love you too, reflection."
*****
THE END...or is it? ^_^