Authors Note: I have made up some things in this post, so I'll let you know how I saw them. A Nikah Tree is like a weeping willow, that bears a year round flower called a Layousa Rose. A Layousa Rose goes from being very dark pink on the outside, to being sort of creamy white on the inside, and takes the traditional form on a rose as we know it.
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Sabé didn't cry as she ran away from Obi-Wan. She had long ago promised herself that she wouldn't let this man make her cry. It was a difficult thing to avoid. She desperately wanted to, but her stubbornness wouldn't allow it. She continued running, unaware of where she was going, now inside the palace walls. She found herself quite cold, and so decided on the warmest place in the palace - the green rooms.
She slowed her pace to a walk, realizing that running wasn't going to help her either. She took a few turns, and descended a set of stairs. She walked down the halls, and took a few more turns. Finally she walked to the end of a hall, to another set of glass double doors.
She pushed the doors open, following them in to a large, glass, dome shaped room. It was warm inside, with thousands of lush plants and flowers growing. She walked through the simulated jungle, inhaling the many scents and touching the many textures. It was relaxing, and amazingly beautiful. Somehow, when it came to gardening, Sabé always felt at home.
She continued through, finding the little path she had made to her favorite spot of the garden. She walked down it, anticipating the quiet sound her favorite fountain made as the water flowed from one level to the next. Anticipating the shade her favorite Nikah Tree gave, from the ever present sun in the glass room. Anticipating her favorite, beautiful, pink Layousa Rose, and it's wonderful smell. She couldn't wait to be able to sit there alone, and forget everything that had just happened. She pushed aside the only branch that concealed her private spot, and stopped dead in her tracks.
Someone was all ready there.
In her spot.
Under her tree.
By her fountain.
Playing with one of her roses.
How dare they!
Sabé cleared her throat, and the man turned around. It was Anakin. Sabé let out a sigh of relief. For a moment she thought it might have been Obi-Wan. But he couldn't have gotten there in time, she reasoned with herself.
"Hi, Sabé." Anakin murmured.
"Hi, Anakin." She responded. "What are you doing?"
"I couldn't sleep, I slept all day today, there was no way I was sleeping tonight." He explained. "What about you?"
Sabé laughed. "I never sleep at night." She explained. "I love the night, so I sleep during the day. It's a habit I formed when I was little, and it's really quite difficult to break. Not that I really want to anyways. I like the quiet, not being bothered by other people. If it weren't for the fact that Padmé and I are such good friends, I would have quit this job years ago and gone into hiding. That's how much I dislike human interaction."
"I see. I share the feeling, from time to time. Sometimes I just want to get away from all the Masters, and just think. But they push thinking into meditating, and that isn't what I always want. Sometimes I just want to think. You know?" He responded.
"I do. Sometimes thinking is underestimated. Take Padmé for example. Over the past couple years, people have forgotten that she is a ruler, and have begun to think of her as just a symbol." Sabé stated.
"Like the people behind the assassination attempts?" Anakin questioned.
"Exactly." Sabé answered. "They see a woman, a pretty woman at that, trying to make something of herself and they don't like it. And then when she does something that could work against them, they especially don't like it. So they try to stop it the only way they know how."
"Well I guess that makes sense - " Anakin began.
"From a certain point of view." Sabé finished for him.
"Yes, how did you know?" He asked, clearly surprised.
"Your Master used to say that all the time, back when I knew him. He was always 'seeing things from a certain point of view.' You know?" Sabé responded.
"Yeah." Anakin said glumly. "Always. And it's always from his point of view."
Sabé laughed. "Maybe. But you're still a little boy. He feels like he has to tell you things from his point of view, or you wont understand it."
"I am not." Anakin pouted.
Sabé laughed again. "Yes, yes you are." She pointed at his extended lower lip. "That isn't helping your case any." She informed him. "Now, it's late. Little boys should be in bed."
"The only reason I'm going to listen is because I like you." Anakin said, and stood up, proving that he really wasn't a little boy by toping her by a good head, shoulders and some torso. "Good night, Sabé."
"Good night, Anakin. Sleep well." She responded, and he walked away.
Sabé sighed, and walked over to the edge of her fountain sitting down. That was where she spent the rest of the night.
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Sabé didn't cry as she ran away from Obi-Wan. She had long ago promised herself that she wouldn't let this man make her cry. It was a difficult thing to avoid. She desperately wanted to, but her stubbornness wouldn't allow it. She continued running, unaware of where she was going, now inside the palace walls. She found herself quite cold, and so decided on the warmest place in the palace - the green rooms.
She slowed her pace to a walk, realizing that running wasn't going to help her either. She took a few turns, and descended a set of stairs. She walked down the halls, and took a few more turns. Finally she walked to the end of a hall, to another set of glass double doors.
She pushed the doors open, following them in to a large, glass, dome shaped room. It was warm inside, with thousands of lush plants and flowers growing. She walked through the simulated jungle, inhaling the many scents and touching the many textures. It was relaxing, and amazingly beautiful. Somehow, when it came to gardening, Sabé always felt at home.
She continued through, finding the little path she had made to her favorite spot of the garden. She walked down it, anticipating the quiet sound her favorite fountain made as the water flowed from one level to the next. Anticipating the shade her favorite Nikah Tree gave, from the ever present sun in the glass room. Anticipating her favorite, beautiful, pink Layousa Rose, and it's wonderful smell. She couldn't wait to be able to sit there alone, and forget everything that had just happened. She pushed aside the only branch that concealed her private spot, and stopped dead in her tracks.
Someone was all ready there.
In her spot.
Under her tree.
By her fountain.
Playing with one of her roses.
How dare they!
Sabé cleared her throat, and the man turned around. It was Anakin. Sabé let out a sigh of relief. For a moment she thought it might have been Obi-Wan. But he couldn't have gotten there in time, she reasoned with herself.
"Hi, Sabé." Anakin murmured.
"Hi, Anakin." She responded. "What are you doing?"
"I couldn't sleep, I slept all day today, there was no way I was sleeping tonight." He explained. "What about you?"
Sabé laughed. "I never sleep at night." She explained. "I love the night, so I sleep during the day. It's a habit I formed when I was little, and it's really quite difficult to break. Not that I really want to anyways. I like the quiet, not being bothered by other people. If it weren't for the fact that Padmé and I are such good friends, I would have quit this job years ago and gone into hiding. That's how much I dislike human interaction."
"I see. I share the feeling, from time to time. Sometimes I just want to get away from all the Masters, and just think. But they push thinking into meditating, and that isn't what I always want. Sometimes I just want to think. You know?" He responded.
"I do. Sometimes thinking is underestimated. Take Padmé for example. Over the past couple years, people have forgotten that she is a ruler, and have begun to think of her as just a symbol." Sabé stated.
"Like the people behind the assassination attempts?" Anakin questioned.
"Exactly." Sabé answered. "They see a woman, a pretty woman at that, trying to make something of herself and they don't like it. And then when she does something that could work against them, they especially don't like it. So they try to stop it the only way they know how."
"Well I guess that makes sense - " Anakin began.
"From a certain point of view." Sabé finished for him.
"Yes, how did you know?" He asked, clearly surprised.
"Your Master used to say that all the time, back when I knew him. He was always 'seeing things from a certain point of view.' You know?" Sabé responded.
"Yeah." Anakin said glumly. "Always. And it's always from his point of view."
Sabé laughed. "Maybe. But you're still a little boy. He feels like he has to tell you things from his point of view, or you wont understand it."
"I am not." Anakin pouted.
Sabé laughed again. "Yes, yes you are." She pointed at his extended lower lip. "That isn't helping your case any." She informed him. "Now, it's late. Little boys should be in bed."
"The only reason I'm going to listen is because I like you." Anakin said, and stood up, proving that he really wasn't a little boy by toping her by a good head, shoulders and some torso. "Good night, Sabé."
"Good night, Anakin. Sleep well." She responded, and he walked away.
Sabé sighed, and walked over to the edge of her fountain sitting down. That was where she spent the rest of the night.