Spa Day
"Claire!"
A redheaded teen's eyes fluttered as the shout of her name made her stir from her slumber. With a slight groan she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Claire!" she released another groan as she threw off her blanket and sat up. "Claire!"
"I'm coming!" Claire finally shouted. After a gusty yawn and stretching her arms above her head Claire got up and made her way to her bestie's room. She reached Emma's room, greeting the Burgessian girl with a smile. Emma smiled back,, remaining seated on the floor with her legs cross as Claire entered her room and circled around her. She pulled up a cushion behind Emma and began twisting her hair into a long single plait.
When she was done she tied it in place before giving her a pat on the shoulder. With a smile Emma stood up and turn around to smile in appreciation. Claire smiled back before heading back to her own room. When she got there she found a water basin waiting for her, allowing herself to wash. The Temple of the Sisters of flight was a sacred place to them, and though they could they refused to bring in too much modern tech.
With her wash done she dressed in her Jedi robes. She was allowed to wear whatever but she liked the robes. She walked back out of her room to walk alongside Emma as they headed for the training chambers.
This girl, Claire, was one of the Jedis' many young initiates. She hailed from Alderaan. She'd been raised by two parents and had three younger sisters. Unlike some of the other initiates Claire had never experienced loss or tragedy. She was brought up in some of the best schools on Alderaan and the galaxy. She'd scored high marks, been tutored in the arts, and had quite a few friends. She was close with her younger sisters, spending hours laughing and helping them with their hair.
In summation she'd been a perfectly normal girl.
But ever since she was young she always seemed to have had an uncanny amount of luck. She always won games of chance. Always found the other children in games of hide and seek with ease. Always seemed to be faster than even the boys.
Still, when you always won something there hardly seemed reason to play anything. Games became a bore and dull to her, some even accused her of constantly cheating somehow, prompting her to withdraw from the other children her age to focus on her studies. She was likely to be a doctor someday, or perhaps, a teacher, or mayhaps even a politician.
And then out of nowhere a Jedi had shown up at her door. Her parents had been shocked when the platinum blonde Jedi had come to their home, a hood to hide their face and the request to take Claire to be a Jedi.
That's when Claire's parents had revealed she was Force sensitive. Having been found by the Jedi before the Clone Wars. They'd been waiting for her to be a little older before contemplating the idea of giving her to the Jedi when the purge had happened and wiped them all out.
Her connection to the Force had explained everything. Her luck, amazing intuition, and physical abilities.
So then the decision was up to her. The opportunity to be a Jedi sounded...awesome! So after a bit of contemplation she accepted. She packed all of her necessities, said goodbye to her parents, kissed her sisters, and followed the Jedi to her new life.
Now she had many friends all like her. Winning once again became a game of luck and chance. And she was taught the ways of the warrior and the Jedi. Of all the initiates she'd bonded most with Emma. The two girls were the same age and had relatively normal childhoods despite Emma having lost her parents.
They spoke of typical teenage girl things like hair, fashion, and of course boys.
After training Emma was suddenly staring at something on her face.
Claire arched a brow. "What?" she asked innocently.
Emma looked her in the eyes and leaned in. "You have a zit on your forehead," she whispered, face serious. Claire gasped as her hands slapped over her forehead. The girls rushed out of the room so they could find a mirror. When they found one Claire saw it, it might have well been a giant red spot on her forehead.
Claire let out a piteous moan.
"Ya-hoo girls. What yousa doing?" Lan Wu asked as she, Nuna, and Ella came up to them. Claire, recoiled, slapping her hands over her forehead.
"Don't look at me!" she shouted as she ran away. Emma and the other girls chased her to her room, trying to figure out what was wrong. When they became aware they were empathetic to her plight. The boys tried to check up on Claire after having seen her run off, but the girls refused them entry and forced them away as they handled the matter.
Of course their strange behavior eventually grabbed the attention of Rapunzel who came to check on her initiates. She of course asked what was wrong, and the Claire showed her the monstrosity growing out of her forehead.
"Oh, well that's not too bad," Rapunzel assured her. "C'mon girls," Rapunzel said as she led the girls to speak with some of the Kinnaran warriors. Being a race of all women they were also empathetic to the young girl's plight. They easily and quickly whipped up an all natural remedy treatment before applying it to the girl's face.
Informing them that the remedy was good for the girls' skin they decided to just take the girls to the spa. There the girls were given massages, mud masks, pedicures, manicures, had their eyes brows threaded, and finally allowed to soak in the hot springs. As a reward for all their hard work. In a matter of hours Claire's zit was gone.
The teen beamed in happiness as she ran a hand over her arms and legs, admiring the softness and smoothness of her skin. She turned to see the other girls also running their fingers over their faces and limbs in wonder.
"There, all better," Rapunzel said with a happy clap as the girls beamed. With that they were taken back to the temple, where they had dinner with the boys who stared at them inquisitively.
"Where have you guys been all day?" Wally asked.
"Nowhere," Claire said shrugging an arm. The girls all exchanged a glance before giggling to themselves.
The boys stared at them in confusion.
No matter the species, whether they be Jedi or not, and even when one wielded the Force there always existed one truth.
Women were a mystery.
new chap. Claire Healy. She's one of the red headed girls from Tangles, the ones who braided Rapunzel's hair.
