Time To Stop Monkeying Around
It was late when she slipped from the bed she had been given by the Inquisitors; usually Jyn would remain in place, attempt to sleep again while the Citadel creaked in an eerie silence, but tonight? Something felt different... Wrong. With a tiny little 'oo' Fuz was upon her, climbing up her leg, tugging on her night attire, to reach her shoulder. With one small gesture of her hand she hushed him, and the creature willingly complied, settling one hand around her head to rest upon her cheek, its forehead leaning into the side of her own. The touch was enough to send a tender shiver down the young girl's spine, stopping for a moment to cherish the tender caress of her one true friend. When she finally began to walk again Jyn found her gaze lingering upon the back of the door, where two things rested; a cloak which would keep her warm and a satchel. If nothing else it was a safe haven for Fuz, and as such she brought both down, wrapping the former around her body and settling the latter over her shoulder. For once Fuz remained in place; did he understand what was happening?
I only wish to feel the earth beneath my feet, the air against my face, the trees pressing in around me... There was naught wrong with such desires, was there? And yet each further step she took in leaving the room was measured, carefully calculated and placed. A pin-drop would have echoed about the entire, beautiful building, loud enough to wake them all, so Jyn's movements had to be less than such. As swift as a cat, as quiet as a mouse, as sightless as the breeze... But even then, even when there was little to fault, she felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, urging her to look back. Biting her petite, bruised lip she hazarded a fleeting glance over her shoulder yet nothing stirred; the room was as she left it, the window closed, curtain drawn. Another step forward, gaze retracting forward, yet still she could not wash away the feeling that something else was going on. Am I being watched? It would not surprise her in a place such as this. They are like to kill me for treading in the wrong place; is this what I traded the Sith for? To be afraid even of my own shadow like a whimpering babe?
Even upon Korriban I had places to hide, where they could not see me, where they could bring me no harm nor use me in their games. But this was not Korriban, and the board had changed, all pieces of the puzzle shuffled and rearranged. And upon the table I am a mere pawn in their eyes; but what of Tirdarius? Is he as much the player as the played? Have I been had for a fool? The child shuddered at the thought as she pressed on, practically tip-toe'ing through the upper levels of the Citadel, the hands at her side trembling; each corner housed some great monstrous evil, each tapestry concealing watchful eyes. No, Jyn... Not Tirdarius, any of them but Tirdarius. How could she accuse the man of wishing her harm when it was he who redeemed her? Jyn felt her breathing hitch a little, until finally the landing was passed and the images faded away. Fuz must have noticed that something was wrong, for he brought his head down against her own again softly.
In thanks her hand settled within his fur, scratching behind his ear in his favourite place. She could not speak to him, else she would; but this world was dangerous for her to speak her mind, and one word here and the entire Citadel would be wide awake. Softly creeping down the stairs she took care to ensure not a single creak was heard, taking the time to brush the hood of her cloak up to cover her features. Not that it will matter if I am caught. Next was the truly difficult part, to exit... The heavy doors would likely make a noise, was there no other way out? She shifted her gaze left and right, this building still largely foreign to her. One false move and they would have her head, if they didn't already. How do I know that this is not a dream? A sick, twisted perversion of their own minds? What if I have already fallen subject to their ways, and my mind has simply forgotten to catch up?
Biting her lip, somewhat harder than usual, she brought her mind from it's dark little pit and instead focused on the task at hand. Testing the door itself she found that it could infact be opened rather effortlessly, without any noise ricochetting through the halls. That was a relief, but would she be able to safely close it again? Tirdarius' lessons in Telekinesis had never surpassed a minor kinetic build up, which had resulted in the exploding glass, she knew she could not carefully close it through the Force. Breathe, Jyn, and focus... You can't do anything in panic mode. Tirdarius won't let them harm you, even if they caught you going for a stroll... Breathe. And when her body and mind complied with one another she made her way outside, the door surprisingly light and causing no issue. It seemed as though the Force was watching over her this evening.
It had been quite some time since Jyn first stepped foot outside of the room on Atrisia, the moon having made its way further across the dark, waxy night sky, but now it had been made worthwhile. The treeline she had been walking within finally split in the distance, through which a cascade of moonlight shone through. When Jyn had first ventured to this hidden glade her feet had guided her, she did not know it was even here until she discovered it and as such the passing of time wasn't completely noted by her. This time, however, every moment was cherished. Somewhere between the lawn of the Citadel and the edge of the forest she had slipped out of her shoes and placed them into the satchel, her beloved Fuz remaining quiet throughout. It was good to know he understood, sometimes.
Now she could feel every blade of grass, every delicate flower and thorny bush, even the hrash stones which cut at her feet. All of it, it forced her into reality, it made her feel alive and real, like nothing else could. The heart of the Forest, the epitome of freedom; if I had wings I would soar above, fly until freedom was normality, and the notion of being caged a myth long forgotten. Alas I have sturdy feet instead, but if I must walk I will feel each grain of sand between my toes, I will cherish everything the earth has to offer lest I forget the basic liberties life entails. No one, not even the Sith, especially not the Inquisition, would take this from her willingly. For many long years she had fought to retain her autonomy at the hands of ruthless Sith, she had strained to keep her inner light in a world of pure darkness.
When she stepped through the veil and into the moonlight the young girl breathed a long sigh of relief, almost a whimper, as her legs buckled and she slipped to the ground. This was her haven, her sanctum, the only place on Atrisia she trusted, the only place to be herself, to speak freely to Fuz. It was like an open aired cave, warm and comforting, wrapping her in its embrace. She lay there for a while, while Fuz roamed around hunting down nuts and edible berries. Her eyes glazed over, set to the moon which lay just beyond the ruins. Her misplaced fatigue finally found her again, wrapping itself tightly around her until her eyes closed and she burrowed down against her cloak. Is it so wrong to wish to remain here forever? To avoid all that awaits me this morning, or the next? She felt honour bound to remain with Tirdarius, but would it be at her own downfall, her own undoing?
With a few shuddered breaths she rose and surveyed the area, looking for a glimpse of her beloved friend. But he was nowhere in sight. "Fuz..." she whispered as she stumbled forwards, blindly seeking out the little monkey. Her feet moved instinctively, body keeping its balance nicely on the uneven ground, and it wasn't too long before she could pick up on his little semi-sentient mind and it's emotions. But he was already deep within the ruins which lay before her. "Fuz..." Again she called out to him, feeling lost and bare without him there. Her feet, at this point, were somewhat bloodied yet it only heightened her awareness, forced her to press on. What would I do if I lost him? If he were not there when I awoke? It was a terrible thought, the darkest she herself could muster up. And thus she stepped into the labyrinth, the lair of darkness and forebodence, in search of her single shining star...