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Part 2: Invitation of Fates

He kept staring at her. He didn't know why. He'd seen a lot of beautiful girls. There really was nothing extraordinary about her pretty features. She was slender and tall, with dark brown hair – three or four shades lighter than his own was – cut to just before her shoulders and long bangs that kept mixing with other strands of hair to get into her eyes. Her eyes were green, a lighter green in the middle surround by a corona of darker green. Her face was equally pretty, a narrow face that was softened and shared some of the same definitive looks of her grandmother. But that still didn't explain why he was drawn to her.

Maybe it was because she was a Jedi. She had to be, a lightsaber hung from her belt over the left hip. She probably did some sort of mind trick on him. But that didn't make any sense. Wouldn't his mind feel hazy? No, it had to be something else. Quite possibly, he could have inherited his father's fondness of Jedi. That was most likely the case. Although, he had no evidence to corroborate the inkling, he was very certain that this girl was the daughter of the Jedi woman who his father once loved. That would make an interesting reunion.

His eyes drifted over to her again.

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Does he know how uncomfortable it is to have someone stare at you? she wondered. Granted, she slid the occasional sly glance his way but it was one thing to glance and another to stare. She felt like pulling a blanket over her head. Was there something wrong with her hair? Oh, what was she thinking? There's always something wrong with her hair. It never cooperated, grew far too fast, had to be cut too much.

"Are you related to Jagged Fel?"

"Are you related to Jaina Solo?"

They asked their questions at the same time.

"Yes," both answered automatically in unison."

"I'm his son."

"She's my mother."

"Ah," both said simultaneously.

She kept her mouth stubbornly shut. She was not used to having someone else having the same response as her. Her parents did that every now and then, so did her grandmother and great uncle. But other than that, she had little experience with it. He looked at her again. Self conscious, she felt her hand start to reach up to her hair. She quickly changed its path to scratch her back instead.

He was still staring at her. Unable to handle someone's constant gaze on her, she asked, "So how did you get the nickname Catch?"

"It was my first word."

"Your actual first word or the one aside from dada and mama?"

"What?"

"My parents don't believe that dada and mama count as first words since every baby says them."

"Oh, it was my actual first word. They have a home holo of me saying it. It sounds more like I'm trying to cough up something but it's close enough to count."

"Ahh, mine was 'bad'."

"Very nice. So what's it like being a Jedi?"

"We turn here," she said before answering his question. "It's interesting. Why do you ask?"

"Curious. Trying to keep the conversation going."

"Ahh."

"Do you live in that building?" He pointed to one of the structures on the horizon.

"No, the one next to it with the sloppily painted Rebel Alliance symbol emblazoned on the side."

"Oh-h, I see it. Graffiti?

"Yeah, a rather interesting choice, if you ask me." It was interesting considering that several of her friends in the building had painted it and they were descendents of the Imperial forces.

"Very nice color scheme. Neon pink and neon orange go very well together."

She snorted, shaking with quiet laughter. He didn't seem at all like she expected the child of Jagged Fel and grandson of Baron Soontir Fel to be. He was far too open and relaxed. From what she had seen of Baron Fel and Jagged Fel, they were very militaristic and stood unnaturally straight. But then again, all military people could stand unnaturally straight, she mused. Her mother had done it several times. It made her back ache to think of it. She wouldn't be able to keep that position for long. She had to move.

"What are you doing on planet?" she heard herself ask. The question had been bothering her since she learned his name but had never really meant to ask it.

"My dad's coming to do some diplomatic visits or something. I never really paid attention. I view this as a vacation." From the corner of her eye, she saw him bring his hands up and lock them behind his head. "I can't wait to hit the beaches."

"I'll be the first one to tell you that Mon Calamari water is cold."

"My dad already told me that. But there are some warm places. Mom plans on taking us to one of those."

"Nice, well this is my stop."

"Oh right."

They stood there for several moments in an awkward silence. She noticed several scuffs that she'd have to polish out of her boots. She also noticed that his boots could use a good spit-shine as well. When the silence grew too much, she finally asked, "Would you like to come in? We can feed you before sending you on your way."

"Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that offer." His stopped talking for several moments although she could feel that he was on the verge of saying something. He Force presence radiated his embarrassment, the source of his hesitation. "Err… I don't quite recall where the ahh… hotel that my family and I are staying is."

"We can take you back," she offered. Was that what made him so uncomfortable?

"No need for that, if you can just give me the directions then I'll leave as soon as I get my fill."

"That would be rude for both parties. Eat, and then wait for my mom or dad to take you there. It won't be any trouble." She looked up from her boots, her hands moving to her hips, staring at him with the no nonsense look that quelled nearly all the males in her family. He was no different, conceding immediately to her will with a sharp nod, wisely giving up the fight.

With a satisfied nod, she turned and punched in the access code for the apartment building and led him across the lobby to the turbolifts. She pressed the twelfth floor button, the trip to the previously mentioned floor going in silence. When they were halfway down the hallway to her family's home, various greetings were broadcasted to her. Some were irritated, some were amused. Others were just hungry.

A smile crept on her face the closer she grew. In response, she sent silent apologies to her family for making them wait. She gestured for Loryn to walk faster. He kept up with her easily, his eyes still drifting over to her every few steps. Again, her hand rose to her hair, but this time she did not stop it from ruffling the strands a bit. For the second time that day, she noted that it would need to be cut soon.

She rounded the corner sharply, stopping at the door to the immediate left of her. Loryn rounded a moment later, and slightly jostled her from his abrupt stop. The door slid open before her hand even rose to the keypad. It revealed her smirking younger sister, Ailis, with her arms crossed over her chest, mirroring their mother.

"You're in trouble. Who's he?"

"This is Loryn Fel, Ailis. I met him on my way home. He's the reason I was late."

"Am not."

She tugged him inside her home, ignoring the prattle of her younger sister, and turned to face her family.

TBC

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