Home is where the heart is...

[Xena Amonali]

Coruscant​

Xena's Apartment

Resting in her apartment after a long day, Xena took in a long breath. She was doing something many people her age did. Work. Albeit it was just so she could get some extra spending credits on the less than necessary things in her life. She didn't have to worry about covering most of her, more pricey, living expenses. Those were generously covered by [member="Irajah Ven"] who had become a large part of the young woman's life. It was something she was grateful for, Irajah had become a guiding figure for her, even if, as of recently, they weren't seeing each other often.

Xena wasn't all alone in her humble abode though, on her bed lay her spukamas kitten. The little black fluffball wassound asleep, dreaming of whatever it dreamed of. She was partially glad it wasn't awake since it had a knack for clawing at the furniture and biting through any cloth it could get it its mouth. It was annoying, but it was company that was always there for her. The kitten did a great job of keeping any other creatures out of the house aswell, though she had a hunch that sometimes it thought it was much bigger than it was.

She simply chuckled to herself, flicking over a datapad with the contents that herself and [member="Vaylin"] had picked up on Maena. The location was right there, but it begged the question. How exactly to get there. It wasn't like she could just randomly go out and get a spacecraft after all. Maybe she'd ask Irajah at some point to take her, it could be an interesting adventure. Letting herself drift off in thought, she began to examine her home.

The apartment wasn't something to write home about, it covered the basics and was more than enough for her. She had no need to live in pure luxury after all. Xena did well to keep it in a somewhat organized state. Clothes were strewn out into two piles near her closet: clean and, probably, dirty. The kitchen was well organized; if there was anything she had gained form her time in the jedi, it was a love for cooking. The homely scents of fresh cooking lingered around the abode, it was something her neighbors were happy for. Most of them were forced to have takeout most nights so the addition of someone who knew how to cook in their section was a godsend. Parts of her room reminded her of a spaceships hold, as did certain portions of her home, it was just the style of the area it seemed.

Flicking to the music section of her datapad, she turned on some upbeat tunes as she went about really cleaning up the place. Xena had fun with it, dancing around while doing her work. What was life if she didn't have some fun? She made sure that she had a clean top out on her chair. She'd forgotten and had given a neighbor a bit of a shock. This time though she knew she'd need it as she was having company over, sometime soon. Better to be prepared just incase. Clothing that was in the, probably, dirty pile was sent off and she really took the time to hang up everything else. While it would inevitable end up on the floor again she had seem like it was good. In her cleaning she managed to find a large backpack of hers that she'd bought and stocked with her last few paychecks. It wasn't cheap but she'd finally regained something she'd lost during her crash. Her medical bag. The orderly nature of it, the religious care she took in making sure everything in it was perfect helped to really give her life some order. She was, after all, a healer at heart, even if her actions sometimes said otherwise. It reminded her, she needed to get some additional stock.. and maybe a place to store it all. In her mind she started to design where everything would go. Soon her house would be more akin to a very rustic clinic than a home, she didn't mind though. Perhaps she could ask Irajah for more medical training, she thought, given that the Doctor herself was quite astute when it came to the field of biology.

 

[Kuzo]

The relationship between Irajah and Xena was.... complicated from Raj's side of things at least. At the place where student, pet, and dependent met, that's where Xena was solidly ensconced. There was a responsibility to the young woman that Irajah had never attempted to shirk. The girl had literally put her life on the line for Irajah- even if the experiments had not led her to a cure for Gideon, the virus that had threatened her life long before [member="Samka Derith"] had taken it at the edge of a knife, Xena had been willing to die for Irajah. The experiments had yielded fruit, giving Irajah more time before the virus had taken her, but ultimately, the potential sacrifice of the young woman had been for nothing.

Despite that, Irajah had never dismissed the price Xena had been willing to pay for her sake.

Like [member="Samson"], the doctor considered Xena someone she had a responsibility for. One she took very seriously. She made certain she was provided for- a reasonable apartment, an allowance that allowed her to live comfortably if not extravagantly. Teaching her (when she had the time), but trying not to influence her opinion too much. She would give her opinions of things, of course. But Xena, like Samson, would have to find her own way, her own path in the galaxy. Form her own opinions and views on the way of things.

Irajah frowned, hand traveling absently over her abdomen. She wasn't showing yet, but now at two months pregnant, the reality of it was starting to sink in. She had not yet thought about it too far beyond the needs of the body- the first three months were the most in flux, and even if she did everything right (and already, multiple events had occurred that could risk the life inside of her), she kept in mind that until that first spell of time had passed, not to attach her heart to closely to the potential inside of her. But when the time came, would she be able to keep that state of mind, the willingness to take a back seat and let them take the reigns of their own life, as she had with Xena and Samson?

As she had tried to do with [member="Boo Chiyo"]?

She liked to think so. And if she were wrong?

Well, then she was wrong.

Irajah had never been too proud to change her mind.

She smiled to herself as she stepped up to the door and rang the bell.

[member="Jairus Starvald"], she imagined however, would have a more difficult time in letting go.

[member="Xena Amonali"]

 

[Xena Amonali]

The loud ringing of the bell made Xena jump, falling over in the middle of her, totally not embarrassing if walked in on, singing time. With a quick glance to the clock she had realized that she'd lost all track of time.

"One moment! Be right there!"

Her voice rang out through the home as she went about putting her cleaning supplies away. The cat, however, wanted to know who was at the door right meow, and so she did just that. Meow'ed constantly at the door. Thinking about the day, she had a lot of stuff she wanted to talk to Irajah about, it was a matter of bringing it up in the right order. She was never good at that. Sliding her top on in the bathroom, she had to pause an examine the nasty scar that was fading away on her stomach. The stark silver mark was a reminder of how she got the information on Maena. It held with it something that Xena would rather forget, and something she almost refused to tell Irajah. The gnawing darkness slowly came back but it disappeared from her mind as her cat's meowing got even louder. Putting up her hair into a loose bun, she went to the door opening it. Immediately a large smile crossed her face.

"Irajah! It's nice to see you. Come in please, before Kheera gets out." She ushered the woman inside, holding the cat back with her foot. The dining table had been set out with some simple snacks and books that the young firrerreo read during her off time. A lovely scent wafted out from the kitchen, where something appeared to be cooking on the stove. "Do you want anything to drink? Maybe to eat?" throughout all of this movement, she managed to give Irajah a small hug. It was something she did to show how much the woman meant to her.

If she was going to talk about some ideas she had, and to just catch up then she felt it was smart to at least offer. It was what a good host would do, she thought. Maybe not.

Flicking the remote on the table, a soft tune began to hum into the air, it was simple classical music, perfect for backgrounds. The cat did, as all cats do, and got up on one of the chairs, judging them both from her perch.

"So! It's been a while. What's new with you?" Each movement the girl made was a fluid little dance, as if going off the back track of the occasion. It wasn't too hard to tell though that Xena had been using the force, more abusing as some would say, to make sure that nothing she did caused a wipe out.

[member="Irajah Ven"]