[Despite everything? This frivolous display of his prowess with the Force pulls a snorted laugh out of Adele. After that it was like a dam had broken.
The laugh becomes a giggle and grows until her arms are wrapped around her middle and there are tears of hysterical mirth pouring from her eyes. This is her life. Sharing wine with Luke Skywalker on a beach in a world where she has wings; where a priestess has a vision and gives her a charm, where she has hope. Faith. Friends. Where she dares to be optimistic.
Where terrible things can happen and people help one another through it without any ulterior motive. Where promises are kept.
She laughs for awhile longer before she can reign it in. Wipe her cheeks dry and stare back out at the ocean.]
This just...everything I feared in my own world. Everything I endured. This makes all of that seem so. So very small. Insignificant.
[Settled, more or less, she accepts the floating glass and takes a sip. Sighs. Something crisp, a little sweet. A good bottle, really.]
Mn. It's not just that it's a gun. It is my father's gun; one I am accustomed to using and maintaining. The weight of it, the recoil is as familiar to me as your lightsaber is to you. It is not the same by any means but...
[She shakes her head and has another small sip of wine. Squeezes Luke's hand back.]
[Action] June 13th, evening
The laugh becomes a giggle and grows until her arms are wrapped around her middle and there are tears of hysterical mirth pouring from her eyes. This is her life. Sharing wine with Luke Skywalker on a beach in a world where she has wings; where a priestess has a vision and gives her a charm, where she has hope. Faith. Friends. Where she dares to be optimistic.
Where terrible things can happen and people help one another through it without any ulterior motive. Where promises are kept.
She laughs for awhile longer before she can reign it in. Wipe her cheeks dry and stare back out at the ocean.]
This just...everything I feared in my own world. Everything I endured. This makes all of that seem so. So very small. Insignificant.
[Settled, more or less, she accepts the floating glass and takes a sip. Sighs. Something crisp, a little sweet. A good bottle, really.]
Mn. It's not just that it's a gun. It is my father's gun; one I am accustomed to using and maintaining. The weight of it, the recoil is as familiar to me as your lightsaber is to you. It is not the same by any means but...
[She shakes her head and has another small sip of wine. Squeezes Luke's hand back.]
Thank you. Truly, Luke. Thank you.