The chief's daughter and wife came to the guesthouse to keep the young women company. They found her sprawled on the sofa, a data pad resting precariously on her breasts. Wainla, the younger of the two coughed. Amidala jumped up sending the pad crashing to the floor. She picked it up sheepishly grinning at the two.
"Hi! She said, giving them a small smile and shaking her head to clear it." I thought it was my husband.
The two smiled knowingly. "I know how it is when one is newly married," said Wainla, "I've been married just six months. I miss my Faraj too!"
They sat down by her side after introducing themselves to her. The servants later brought tea and the three chatted late in to the evening. Amidala was glad for their company. Though she couldn't understand why she jumped up every time the door would open. The two ladies though, thought they understood it all too well.
The chief's wife was one mean talker. She was sharp and intelligent. She had many village fool stories to share reducing the two girls to tears as they rolled on the couch. Even her historical accounts of the Capa were spiced with wit and humor. Amidala was sincerely sorry to see them go as they took their leave for dinner.
"Will Anakin be coming home for dinner?" she asked Wainla in an offhanded way. Wainla shrugged "I think Faraj will be home-can't imagine him to stay away the night! He hasn't done so since we've been married." She began to close the door-then suddenly stuck her head back in, "Maybe he'll manage to drag Anakin back too out of the rowdy warriors' clutches." With that she winked at Amidala and then she was gone, leaving Amidala blushing in the middle of the room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, her loneliness crowded down upon her and it seemed to strangle her. Later there was small knock on the door; her heart began to beat.
"Anakin!" she whispered "Oh! No!"
"Come in!" she said with a shaky voice.
It was the service boy with the dinner. She sighed with relief tinged with a little bit of disappointment.
"Hi! She said, giving them a small smile and shaking her head to clear it." I thought it was my husband.
The two smiled knowingly. "I know how it is when one is newly married," said Wainla, "I've been married just six months. I miss my Faraj too!"
They sat down by her side after introducing themselves to her. The servants later brought tea and the three chatted late in to the evening. Amidala was glad for their company. Though she couldn't understand why she jumped up every time the door would open. The two ladies though, thought they understood it all too well.
The chief's wife was one mean talker. She was sharp and intelligent. She had many village fool stories to share reducing the two girls to tears as they rolled on the couch. Even her historical accounts of the Capa were spiced with wit and humor. Amidala was sincerely sorry to see them go as they took their leave for dinner.
"Will Anakin be coming home for dinner?" she asked Wainla in an offhanded way. Wainla shrugged "I think Faraj will be home-can't imagine him to stay away the night! He hasn't done so since we've been married." She began to close the door-then suddenly stuck her head back in, "Maybe he'll manage to drag Anakin back too out of the rowdy warriors' clutches." With that she winked at Amidala and then she was gone, leaving Amidala blushing in the middle of the room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, her loneliness crowded down upon her and it seemed to strangle her. Later there was small knock on the door; her heart began to beat.
"Anakin!" she whispered "Oh! No!"
"Come in!" she said with a shaky voice.
It was the service boy with the dinner. She sighed with relief tinged with a little bit of disappointment.