Talia remained seated for another moment, watching the activity spread through the roost as more of the Fairalee gathered around different eggs. Apparently, the first hatchling wasn't going to be the only arrival that day. She smiled at Syn's answer, eyes returning briefly to the little taloned leg still protruding rather awkwardly from its shell. "I suppose that's fair. It's difficult to establish what counts as normal when the subject usually keeps its position hidden until it comes out." There was an almost archaeological quality to the observation that amused her. Even here, watching something very much alive, she found herself wanting to compare evidence and understand what she was seeing.
When Syn stepped away from the nest, Talia carefully rose and followed, making certain she gave the Fairalee plenty of room as they attended to the hatching eggs. His words stayed with her, however, and her expression became thoughtful as she looked back. "I didn't mean common as though it made this less important," she said softly. "I think that's actually what I've been learning from them. Something doesn't need to be rare to matter." To the roost mother, this was part of raising another generation. To Talia, being permitted to witness it was extraordinary. Neither perspective made the other wrong.
His mention of the Force drew her attention in a different direction. Talia quieted herself and allowed her awareness to expand, not reaching toward the hatchlings so much as opening herself to what was already there. "The threads of life..." she repeated quietly. She had spent so much of her training learning to recognize individual presences that she hadn't often considered what Syn described as something larger. Hundreds of eggs, the Fairalee tending them, the newly emerging lives among them, all connected through the Force without losing what made each one distinct.
A warm smile slowly returned as she looked toward the Master. "Then show me." There was eagerness in the request, but none of her earlier impatience. Talia glanced back toward the nest before closing her eyes for a moment, allowing the sounds of the Fairalee and cracking shells to surround her. "I've spent today learning not to force the Force to give me an answer. If there's another way to perceive what's happening here, I'd like to learn how to see it."
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