Carth:
Long honey colored hair cascading down to the small of her back. Slender, supple limbs pink from spending days working beneath the sun. Morgana.
Her hair had a scent that distinctly belonged to her. A mix of orchid and fresh earth from all the time spent in her flower garden. But her face, where was her face?
She was always just out of my reach. I'd run to her as fast as I could, but my legs felt like lead. Screaming, begging to her as she faded into the distance.
Morgana always paused for a moment before completely dissipating. In a voice so quiet carried by the wind she would whisper, "You never did cry for me, did you darling?"
After the first year, I managed to stop from crying out when I woke from that dream. After the third year, I was confident that the dream was past me. Only into the fourth year, did I realize that the past could never be buried entirely.
I instinctively reached for my datapad. Always after the dream I would be struck with the insatiable desire to see Morgana's face. Now it was more out of habit than anything else. Three months before boarding the Endar Spire I had been careless and ended up damaging her file a morning after a dream, desperate to see her. I still had her holo-vid uploaded into my datapad, with the feeble hope that someone would be able to repair it one day.
There was a horrible crick in my neck. I should have found an apartment with two beds. I realized that the blanket from Rian's bed was covering me. Rian was nowhere to be found.
Water puddles covered the floor to the bathroom next to the 'fresher. Slob. Fever reducers from Zelka Forn's facility were left untouched on the bureau in the main room. Reckless, irresponsible madwoman! What possessed her to leave when we have work to do?
When Rian finally sauntered in, I had already begun to tear the place apart looking for her. She greeted me with a grin and tried to sidestep towards the footlocker containing her gear. I stopped her with a finger stabbed in her direction.
"Where were you?"
Rian shrugged. "I was scouting the area." She made her violet eyes widen, but they trailed away from my own.
"I'll bet." I wasn't buying it. "And just what did you find?"
"A damsel in distress, you know the classic tale."
"Rian, I'm serious."
"And I'm not?" Rian casually walked towards the bureau and began rifling through it. Her eyes on the drawer she stated matter-of-factly, "Her name's Dia. I think I might be able to help her out once we hit the Lower City."
Rian chose a long sleeved t-shirt. I guess she wasn't content at just stealing my jacket. She surprised me by handing the shirt to me.
"Put this on. We can't have you walking around Taris half naked, you barbarian."
I realized that her eyes were glued to my naked chest. Unblinking and hard, the way a kath hound sizes up its prey. I pulled the shirt over me as fast as possible.
"You ready to be Sith?" A wry grin played across my face.
Rian laughed, deep and throaty. "I bet I can out-Sith you."
"That's nothing to brag about." I retorted. That woman was determined to be the death of me.
