It seemed like forever ago.
She floated effortlessly around in a circle, the artificial gravity on her mother’s ship was turned off. A holoimage of [member="Fiore de Noir"] rotated before her, smiling at her as she stared blankly into the flickering electronics. Mira’s heart felt heavy – she missed her so much. How could one reach across the stars and touch the flesh of the one who felt like the balance in the universe? Mira had tried a few times; she wouldn’t lie to herself but there was nothing. It was like Fiore was a void in the Force – a nullified essence. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, spreading her arms out wide. Attachment was a hell of a thing, something that she couldn’t quite get used to. Beyond the flickering image of Fiore were countless hololetters from Fiore to Mira – scattered about the ship, banging freely into the walls and into each other.
The space around her looked as if she had ended up in some junkyard around Nar Shaddaa – but none of this was junk. It was all cherished items that she had begun pulling out after attempts at meditation. She promised she would only read one but soon one became two and so on – and shortly after she began to read them she found herself not wanting to be bound by the laws of gravity. She wanted to feel that sensation that Fiore gave her, the euphoric feeling of floating, of being an untethered object. Despite her best efforts, she failed at replicating that sensation.
Nothing made up for the real thing.
A soft tweet caused her to stir, her gaze shifting as she continued to spin gently in a circular motion. Pixel had managed to attach himself to the hull of ship, latching out with fiber cords in an effort to prevent him from bouncing around like a ball. Mira cracked a smile and reached out to grasp one of the cords, pulling herself in an upright position. Her tendrils of chestnut hair waved through the air as she adjusted herself and her momentum.
“What’s the matter buddy?” She poked the alloy cased body of Pixel with a soft giggle. “Don’t like it?”
His response was less than flattering, but amusing none the less. Through a series of beeps and warbles – he let her know his dissatisfaction. Mira rolled her eyes and brought her other hand to latch onto the second cable as she brought her forehead to rest against his dome. “I’m sorry, I just need a moment of being like this, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
The tone of the droid softened a bit, obviously sensing her emotional discomfort through her vital signs. He warbled a reply to which Mira smiled. “That’s my little Pixel.” She kept her forehead rested against his dome.
She floated effortlessly around in a circle, the artificial gravity on her mother’s ship was turned off. A holoimage of [member="Fiore de Noir"] rotated before her, smiling at her as she stared blankly into the flickering electronics. Mira’s heart felt heavy – she missed her so much. How could one reach across the stars and touch the flesh of the one who felt like the balance in the universe? Mira had tried a few times; she wouldn’t lie to herself but there was nothing. It was like Fiore was a void in the Force – a nullified essence. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, spreading her arms out wide. Attachment was a hell of a thing, something that she couldn’t quite get used to. Beyond the flickering image of Fiore were countless hololetters from Fiore to Mira – scattered about the ship, banging freely into the walls and into each other.
The space around her looked as if she had ended up in some junkyard around Nar Shaddaa – but none of this was junk. It was all cherished items that she had begun pulling out after attempts at meditation. She promised she would only read one but soon one became two and so on – and shortly after she began to read them she found herself not wanting to be bound by the laws of gravity. She wanted to feel that sensation that Fiore gave her, the euphoric feeling of floating, of being an untethered object. Despite her best efforts, she failed at replicating that sensation.
Nothing made up for the real thing.
A soft tweet caused her to stir, her gaze shifting as she continued to spin gently in a circular motion. Pixel had managed to attach himself to the hull of ship, latching out with fiber cords in an effort to prevent him from bouncing around like a ball. Mira cracked a smile and reached out to grasp one of the cords, pulling herself in an upright position. Her tendrils of chestnut hair waved through the air as she adjusted herself and her momentum.
“What’s the matter buddy?” She poked the alloy cased body of Pixel with a soft giggle. “Don’t like it?”
His response was less than flattering, but amusing none the less. Through a series of beeps and warbles – he let her know his dissatisfaction. Mira rolled her eyes and brought her other hand to latch onto the second cable as she brought her forehead to rest against his dome. “I’m sorry, I just need a moment of being like this, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
The tone of the droid softened a bit, obviously sensing her emotional discomfort through her vital signs. He warbled a reply to which Mira smiled. “That’s my little Pixel.” She kept her forehead rested against his dome.