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Private The Adventures of Dream Walker Ala Quin and Cookie Knight Aiden Porte



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Naboo
Shiraya Sanctuary
Ala Quin Ala Quin
Aiden inhaled quietly, letting the serenity of the temple settle into him. Naboo always greeted him like a reminder, gentle, unhurried, patient. Today, he hoped he could return a small measure of that peace.

The steam rising from the wrapped mug drifted into the cool air, carrying the scent of rich chocolate and spice. Beneath his other arm, a small tin of fresh cookies, still warm from the kitchens, pressed softly against his armor. He had baked them himself that morning, a fact he hoped Grandmaster Ala Quin would appreciate more than tease him for.

It wasn't often one formally visited the Grandmaster without being summoned. But courtesy mattered. Respect mattered. And Aiden had been raised, with or without a Temple, to understand the value of arriving with something in hand and sincerity in his heart.

As he reached the Sanctuary's inner garden, the quiet hum of meditation crystals gently vibrated in the air. Pale light danced along the curved pillars as if acknowledging his presence. A flock of mirror-feathered birds took flight overhead, wings catching dawnlight like shards of glass.

Aiden paused only long enough to steady his breath.

All right, he told himself, tightening his grip around the tin. Cookies, conversation, and perhaps a moment of honest clarity. No reason to be tense. Ala Quin had faced darkness and her own demons of her dreams. She can survive baked goods from a Jedi Knight.

He stepped toward her chamber doors, raising his hand to knock just as the wood slid aside on its own, softly, gracefully, as though someone inside had known he was coming long before he arrived.

Aiden offered a sincere smile.

"Grandmaster Quin… I brought something for you."

The warm scent of chocolate drifted in after him like a peace offering.


 
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ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ "ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ" ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

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The door slid away before his knuckles could so much as graze it, and Ala...who had been half-curled on a meditation cushion with one leg balanced absently in the air...looked up with a bright, startled delight.

“Oh! Aiden!she chirped, sitting instantly upright as though she’d just been caught mid-daydream. “You brought...” Her nose twitched. Her eyes widened. “...chocolate.

She was on her feet before decorum could catch her, small steps quick and weightless, almost hopping toward him. The warmth from the mug swept into the room like a friendly ghost, and Ala inhaled with unabashed pleasure. “Oh stars, that smells wonderful. And you brought more...are those cookies? Did you make these?” She blinked at him, earnest and sparkling. “Please tell me the kitchen is still standing. I don’t want to fill out any incident reports before breakfast.”

A quick grin, the kind that showed she was teasing but oh-so-gently.

But as she reached him, her brightness softened, like a candle flame settling its shape. Ala’s gaze met his, really met his, and the shift was almost imperceptible except for the calm that followed in its wake.

“Thank you,” she said, quieter now, sincerity threading effortlessly into her tone. “It’s not often someone comes bearing gifts without being asked to. That’s…kind, Aiden. Thoughtful.”

She gestured him inward with a sweep of her hand, making the space welcoming simply by inhabiting it. “Please, come in. Set them down here.” Ala tilted her head, sensing. feeling the ripple beneath his carefully smoothed exterior. “And don’t worry. You don’t need to pretend this is only about chocolate and cookies.”

Her smile warmed, compassionate without pressure, insight wrapped in softness. “You came with something on your mind. And you’re safe to say it. Truly.”

She folded gracefully back onto her cushion, patting the space opposite her with a little bounce. “Now...sit before the chocolate cools. That would be an actual tragedy.”

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Aiden stepped fully into the chamber, letting the warmth of the room and Ala's brightness settle around him before he spoke. He set the cookies and hot chocolate down beside her cushion, easing himself onto the floor across from her. For a moment, he simply watched her, alive, alert, radiating that earnest energy that made the Sanctuary feel lighter.

"It's good to finally meet properly," he said, voice quiet but certain. "Long past time, honestly."

The admission came with a small, almost apologetic smile. He rested his forearms on his knees, fingers loosely intertwined.

"Congratulations, the Order couldn't have chosen someone more fitting." His gaze softened, sincerity grounding each word. "I've seen the way the Sanctuary responds to you. It feels steadier. Brighter. Like it knows who's guiding it."

A moment passed, gentle and honest.

"And I suppose I owe you more context than cookies." His brow furrowed slightly, memories surfacing with a faint shadow. "When Set and Vere had you under whatever spell that was, I visited. a time or two, actually. You were asleep through all of it." He exhaled, the breath carrying quiet gravity. "I needed to see with my own eyes that you were still there. Still you."

His gaze slipped briefly to the floor, then returned to her.

"Lorn and Isla were beyond worried too. They were strong, and probably wouldn't have said it outright, well, Isla would've said it aggressively, but they were afraid. The three of you, you share a bond most people never get the chance to experience. Seeing you safe mattered to them." A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It mattered to me as well."

He reached for the mug and gently passed it to her, letting the warmth settle between their hands. "Lorn, is one of my closest friends, and Isla is like a younger sister to me."

"I'm glad you're here, Ala. Truly. And I'm glad we can speak now, not as patient and visitor, but as peers. As Jedi."


He leaned back slightly, the tension easing from his shoulders.

"And if I can help shoulder anything this role brings you, you only need to say the word."


 
ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ "ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ" ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

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Ala held her mug with both hands, inhaling the warmth and spice like it was the first pleasant thing she’d tasted in days.

“It really is good to finally meet properly,” she echoed, a little laugh in her voice. “Even if I was…well, extremely unconscious last time you stopped by.”

But as he continued speaking, complimenting her, praising her, talking about Sanctuary responding to her presence, her brows lifted, the smile pulling a little sideways.

“Aiden…” She leaned forward, mug tucked lightly against her knees. “That’s all very sweet. Really. I’m flattered. My ego is doing a proud little dance.”

Her fingers fluttered above her cup to mime it. “But you’re not here just to make a big deal about me.” Her head tilted, expression bright but knowingly so. “What’s going on?”

“You brought cookies, you brought hot chocolate, you brought very heartfelt compliments…”
Ala pointed to each in turn, counting them on her fingers. “…which usually means someone is easing their way toward the actual thing.”

She scooted a little closer, expression softening into something warm and unmistakably sincere.

“You don’t have to dance around it,”
she said gently. “You came here for a reason that isn’t me. Something’s on your mind. And whatever it is...just tell me.”

Her smile returned, small but steady. “I’m right here, Aiden.”

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Aiden let out a warm, low laugh, the kind that slipped out before he could temper it, and he shook his head, a few strands of dark hair falling loose across his brow.

"Force, Ala," he said, amusement softening every line of his face as he leaned back on his palms. "Can two Council members not just sit, have some cookies and hot chocolate, and talk about the day without you assuming I'm hiding some great cosmic crisis?"

The teasing lilt in his voice was unmistakable, gentle but thoroughly fond. His gaze flicked to her fingers still curled around the mug, then back to her with an easy smile.

"I think we've afforded ourselves a good chance to do exactly that," he added, the words carrying a sincerity that eased beneath the humor. "For once."

He shifted slightly, the playful tone settling into something quieter, deeper. His smile didn't fade, it simply softened.

"Truth is…I'm just happy to see you're all right." His eyes held her steadily, honesty clear and unforced. "Not just for your own sake, but for Lorn and Isla. They were… more shaken than they'd ever admit out loud."

"And seeing you here,"
he said, nodding gently toward her cushion, "Awake, talking, making fun of me, stealing the smell of chocolate before I've even stepped through the door…it's good. It's really good."

He nudged the plate of cookies a little closer to her with the back of his hand.

"Now," he continued lightly, "Are you going to eat one, or am I going to have to make that an official request? Regardless, I'm starting without you"

Aiden laughed as he reached for one and took a small bite.

 
ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ "ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ" ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

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Ala watched him take that first bite, watched the ease return to his shoulders, the absence of urgency in the Force around him. No sharp edge. No looming request. Just presence.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

The Sanctuary hummed quietly around them, crystals breathing, light drifting lazily across the garden floor. Ala's smile lingered, but it changed. Softened. Her fingers tightened a little around her mug, warmth pressing into her palms as something unexpected welled behind her eyes.

"Oh," she said quietly, more breath than word.

She blinked once. Then again. Moisture gathered despite her best efforts, and she let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh, lifting her free hand to scrub lightly beneath one eye.

"Stars, that's…I didn't realise how much I needed to hear that," she admitted. "That you're not here because something's broken. Or burning. Or about to fall apart."

Her gaze lifted back to him, open and unguarded now.

"I spend so much time listening for the next problem," Ala continued, voice gentle, steady even as emotion threaded through it. "The next crisis. The next person who needs fixing, or saving, or guiding through something heavy. And I love that. I chose it...but sometimes it's hard to remember I'm allowed to just… exist."

She set the mug aside carefully and rose to her feet, crossing the short distance between them without ceremony. There was no grand gesture in it. Just instinct. Just warmth.

Ala wrapped her arms around him, light but sincere, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder.

"Thank you," she murmured. "For coming here with nothing you needed from me. Not because you couldn't," she added quickly, a soft huff of a laugh against his shoulder, "but because you didn't."

She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes bright but smiling.

"Thank you for letting me be Ala for a moment," she said. "Not the Grandmaster. Not the problem-solver. Just…me. Sitting on a cushion, drinking chocolate, stealing cookies from a friend."

Her grin returned, familiar and fond.

"And for the record," she added, glancing pointedly at the plate, "I am absolutely having one of those. It would be rude not to."

She squeezed his arm once before retreating back toward her cushion, lighter somehow, as if the room itself had exhaled with her.

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Aiden didn't move at first.

He simply sat there, one half-bitten cookie resting in his hand, watching Ala cross the space with that quiet shift in the Force, soft as a sigh, warm as morning light on the plains. When she folded her arms around him, he returned the embrace without hesitation, one hand settling gently between her shoulder blades. No formality. No title. Just presence meeting presence.

He breathed out, slow and steady, letting the moment anchor itself.

When she pulled back, he met her bright, slightly tear-rimmed eyes with a softened expression of his own, gentle amusement woven with something steadier, grounding.

"Ala," he said, voice low, warm, "you're allowed to be just you far more often than you think."

"And for what it's worth, I'm glad you felt you could."
His tone held no weight, no expectation, only quiet honesty. "You give so much of yourself to everyone who walks these halls. To the Order. To your friends. To the young ones who look at you like you hung the stars over this place." A soft chuckle breathed through him. "Someone should remind you now and then that you're allowed to breathe."

He shifted, leaning his elbows onto his knees as he watched her return to her cushion, something warmer than the cocoa settling in his chest.

"And I'm always going to show up like this," he added lightly, lifting the cookie in a half-salute. "No emergencies required. Just a friend bringing sweets and checking in on you. That's not something you ever need to earn."

A beat of silence followed, comfortable, companionable, before he tilted his head at her with an easy grin.

"And for the record," he said, echoing her tone with a teasing lilt, "those cookies were made with the full intention of being stolen. I'd be offended if you didn't take one."

His eyes softened again, the smile lingering.

"It's good to sit like this with you, Ala. Really good."


 

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