responsibleformyownrisks | 001 { Siri's arrival

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[“Don’t worry so much.”...

One minute Siri was on Azure, dying, DEAD, and the next she... wasn't. She should be. But she wasn't. She was lying on the ground in a forest, of all places. Not a large one, there was a building close by - she could sense its inhabitants, although she didn't pay them any mind at the moment, too lost in the shock of arrival. Of dying. Drawing a sharp, desperate breath (not panicking; Jedi didn't panic. Not even dead ones), she faltered in rising to her feet. The sharp throb of pain in her shoulders; different from what she had been feeling not a moment ago, had her twisting around in an attempt to pinpoint the cause.

All she could do was STARE.]

KRIFF.

[Wings. She had wings. And they were blue. Force, now she knew she couldn't be dead. Unless becoming one with the Force was far stranger from what she'd been told... Not that that HELPED matters any. Or made her any less uneasy.

Or changed the simple fact that she SHOULD be dead. She exhaled unsteadily and forced herself to her feet, her wings flaring and ruffling in mirror to her emotions. Confusion, and the panic she was denying. First things first. She needed to find out where she was, what had happened. Then she could deal with... everything else. ]

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"Well, I was a bit surprised myself."

[He chuckles at his own joke.]

"Regardless, I simply count myself as fortunate that my emotional restraint is all I lost. I might have lost my connection to the Force altogether, for all I know- but even that wouldn't be permanent, here."

[She shakes her head, the faintest touch of amusement on her face. He's... a far better Jedi than she is; the best she knows. She will never admit that, of course. And she would only tell HIM under threat of death (and maybe not even then). But it's the truth.

She shivers. It seems that this is something she needs to get used to; it appears to be a part of Luceti, and so is she, now. So she should start getting used to the idea.]

Well, I don’t have to –

[And she abruptly changes what she’s going to say. She gives him a wry smile.]

I would rather only one of us experience death first-hand.

[The teasing in her voice is weak, and ruined somewhat by the look in her eyes. Because as simple and… uncomplicated as her death was (judging by what he’s told her of death in Luceti so far), it still had only just happened. And that he’d gone through something… similar, in any fashion, well, she wouldn’t wish that on ANYONE, let alone someone… let alone Obi-Wan.]

"We all do eventually."

[He makes a somewhat dismissive gesture with his hand.]

"What happened to me isn't significant."

[Or at least he'd rather they didn't dwell on it.]

"This is... well, the center of the village. It's not much more than you can see- small, less technologically advanced than what we're used to, sparsely inhabited. It's nearlyat the center of the enclosure, which makes navigation a bit easier."

[It’s easy to fall into familiar habits without much conscious thought, particularly with Obi-Wan. She’s known him a long time. She looks at him.]

Well, obviously. Doesn’t make it any less unpleasant

[Which means it had been, and he doesn’t want to dwell on it. It’s so painfully him that something loosens in her chest at the familiarity of it. It’s still difficult to breathe and she still feels… wrong, uncertain, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be as overwhelming as it is right now. Not with Obi-Wan there to frustrate her, get on her nerves, and otherwise distract her.

She sighs, softly, fingers unconsciously pressing against the spot on her chest where she’d been shot.]

So. This is where we’re calling home, now.

001 { Siri's arrival

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