Feena spent that entire week trying to keep the household in order, keep her husband happy, maintain her job as best she could, and try to keep Lucinda from being so unhappy that she made an attempt to run away. Feena could only figure it was just a matter of time. The worst part was, Feena was starting to agree with her. She wouldn't be angry if she tried to run away. she was doing the exact same thing her own mother did to her, Keeping her locked up here. She'd decided that when she found a trustworthy and skilled Jedi to train her, Feena would take her oldest daughter to live her dream... even if it meant Feena would have to give her up.
She'd decided that it was the best for Lucinda, but that did not mean she liked it.
She spent most of her time alone now weeping in Felicity's nursery while the little toddler slept. It was the only time she really had alone, the only time she could feel safe enough to cry. Someone had to be the strong one, after all. Someone had to be, and Feena did not want to disappoint. But oh, taking that time with her youngest like that, remembering what it had been like to watch her little Lulu, Her Lucinda, sleep so peacefully...
She had been so lucky with Cecil, but what were the odds of having a child like him again? With two Force Sensitive parents, Feena would not doubt at all that Felicity would have it too. And then what? Would she be forced to give her up too?
A windstorm was picking up outside the sturdy walls of Dis. Feena watched the dust whip past Felicity's window through a blur of tears, her hands clutching desperately at her black dress. Such a somber color. It was the only appropriate way to express how she truly felt.
She had to wonder of Keter noticed at all? She was sure Cecil noticed. Cecil always noticed. He was certainly her child. He had his own abilities, and his powers of observation rivaled her own. Soon,\ she would send him off to school as well. But it was different for him. There was no risk of him dying from his studies.
Felicity stirred under her blanket and Feena rose to her feet, quickly drying her eyes. Enough nonsense for one day. Her daughter was awake from her nap.
"Oh, you're awake, my love," she whispered, reaching down to brush the girls soft brown curls, "did you sleep well?"
The little girl yawned loudly in response and opened one eye to look up at her mother. Feena was smiling again, her whole being thrown into this role.
It was time to take the stage again.
