Allana (Amelia) Djo Solo

Indie and Highly AU Roleplay Blog for Allana Djo Solo, heir to the Hapan throne and granddaughter of Leia and Han Solo. ~ THE PROPHECIED JEDI QUEEN ~ { both Legends EU and New Canon }

[lastsoloheir]

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 He had been holding his breath without realizing it and let it out in a dry chuckle. “Some time is a good way to put it – so is different.”

 Jacen was surprised that he could even speak at all at that moment in time. Before him was a sight he never thought he would see, something he never thought possible. He could see Tenel Ka in the girl’s features more than he could see himself and that both relieved him and saddened him at the same time. It was like looking at Tenel Ka and their daughter and it hit him even harder what he had ruined.

 The sudden worry that she would run off hit him and he stayed where he was, shifting from a kneel to a sitting position on the floor ( his knees weren’t what they used to be when he was a trainee bolting around the jungles of Yavin IV and he hated to admit that ) and placing his hands in his lap.

 Prying with questions or through the Force about her and others was something he didn’t want to do so he settled for something simple.

 “What are you doing here?”

He sat, and that was something of a relief because it put him in a more settled and stationary position, and something of a problem because it left Allana wondering if she should sit as well. She knew the Jedi Temple was more like her grandparents' house or her mother's private quarters, where sitting on the floor was allowed, even though it felt like a more formal place where it wasn't -- but she wasn’t sure what the protocol was for this.

Was there a protocol for this? Hapes had protocols for just about everything, but Allana somehow doubted that even her most machiavellian royal ancestors had ever anticipated the situation of re-meeting one’s once-secret father who had fallen to the Dark Side of the Force and almost destroyed both the whole galaxy and one’s own family after he had returned to the Light Side.

Allana sat.

She didn’t sit close, but she didn’t sit far either.

“I’m in Jedi training,” she said in answer to his question. Of course, she almost added, what else do people do here? but the manners her mother had taught her held sway over the more sardonic temperaments to which she’d been exposed during her years spent with her grandparents. Of course, those grandparents were her father’s parents, so perhaps she should have indulged the impulse.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, because of course there were other things that people did in the Jedi Temple, and Jacen was one of them.

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solo  siblings  :  jacen,  jaina,  &  anakin.

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News Anchor Perre Needmo: Coruscant Pets got a big surprise today when a young girl took advantage of their “all leashed pets welcome” policy and brought in a 300 pound nexu.

Tenel Ka: Really, Allana?

Allana, petting Anji: *shrugs*

[lastsoloheir]

goodofthegalaxy​:

  The mere sight of her caught him off guard – with the rigid routine he followed every single day, there were a number of sights that might have made him give a double take, but of every out of place thing he could have seen… it was Allana.

  Somewhere in his mind, Jacen registered the fact that he was shaking and reached out behind him, his fingers searching absently for anything to assist in steadying himself. All his grasp found was a decorative plant, his fist closing around a couple of stray fronds. The burst of life he felt from it was welcoming, even though he couldn’t focus on it – he couldn’t really focus on anything.

  There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t think of Allana, but over time she seemed to become a distant memory to him – sometimes at night he dreamt that all she had ever been was a figment of his imagination. Something his mind had built in the ideal life he had created while locked up. He lived on Hapes with Tenel Ka, they had a daughter, their relationship didn’t have to be a secret, he and Jaina were as close as they had always been, Anakin was alive…

  Kneeling, partly to keep himself from collapsing but mostly to look at the girl on the same level, Jacen stared to where she stood, tightening his features in an attempt to keep the tears he felt from spilling over.

 “Hey kiddo,” he managed to say, his voice almost cracking.

Allana was no Jedi -- not yet -- but she had received training in the Force, was working her way down the Jedi path; she could feel the whirling turmoil of emotion in Jacen. She took an unconscious step back away from him, away from it, but she fled no further than that -- not yet. She hadn’t even meant to flee that much, but the strength of his feelings -- the weight of them -- was too much, pushing her away like a repulsor field. She didn’t trust him enough to trust that him feeling something so strong was safe.

Despite that, something about those feelings pulled at her -- drew her in. She hesitated, torn by the urge to step closer...and resisted. She didn’t run; she didn’t approach; she went still and waited, like an ibbot poised on a branch while it decided whether it was safer to stay still and avoid detection or to fly away to safety before the predator could strike. Allana had been taught to trust her feelings, but what about when she didn’t know what those feelings were? What was she supposed to do then?

“I...have not seen you for some time,” she finally said. It was the sort of diplomatic answer her mother or grandmother would give when greeting someone about whom they didn’t want to reveal their true feelings; she wondered what Grandpa Han would have said? “You look...different.” That was maybe less diplomatic, but still neutral enough to be acceptable, surely. Better than saying that he felt different, which was what she’d really meant.

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[ @lastsoloheir ➳ starter call from an eternity ago D: ]

  The rehabilitation ( still a process in motion ) was going as well as it could, he guessed. There had been numerous times since their fight where he had told his sister she should have just killed him – ended all of this. But she hadn’t. And Jacen Solo was confined to the Jedi Temple, to the lower levels, to be watched and worked with – the place where he awaited his trials.

  He had finally received permission to access the main floor ( after a number of months ), to go and retrieve his own food instead of having them make someone bring it to him three times a day. It was this though, that caused him to see a familiar face in the main hall. A little girl he hadn’t seen in… he couldn’t remember how long. One he told himself he should never be allowed to see again.

  Allana.

  Jacen stopped in his tracks, the grumbling of his stomach forgotten as he got lost in a flood of memories.

[lastsoloheir]

Allana was still getting used to being Allana again, but it was a good sort of adjustment -- not that she had ever stopped being herself, but her “self” had had to keep up the pretense of being a different self with a different name and different history and different family -- or at least not all her family. That secret had come crumbling down recently, and with no reason to maintain the pretense -- even if she couldn’t quite go back to Hapes yet, back to her life as her mother’s hidden princess -- she was Allana again, but an even better Allana: the full Allana, with no more secrets at all.

Now she was Allana Djo Solo...an odd name, or at least an unfamiliar one still, but a good one, she thought. A good combination of both the girls she had been: the Chume'da and the orphan Amelia Solo whose name she had worn like a shield against the threat of her mother’s court. There had been other threats too, of course, but pretending to be a Solo had not kept those away...but now, she was no longer pretending. It was...nice.

It would take some getting used to, though, Allana knew; when you’re raised as one thing it can be hard to figure out to be something else, even when that something else is who you always were too. Grandmother Leia had talked to her about that, and made Allana feel a lot better; she had grown up as something of a secret herself, although it hadn’t taken as long for Allana’s secrets to be uncovered as it had hers. Now she was feeling her way through an unfamiliar world, but she wasn’t doing it alone and that was nice too--

But suddenly Allana did feel something familiar, and she turned away from the lessons on her datapad to look for the source. She couldn’t place what it was exactly -- not mama, and not her grandparents or her aunt, not Master Skywalker or her cousin, and not any of her teachers; not even one of the fellow trainees she was oh-so-slowly learning to open up to, but something -- someone -- she knew...and then she saw the man staring at her, the man who was at once strange and familiar, and she knew who it must be: Jacen. Her father.

She didn’t recognize him from their last meeting as much as from the resemblance he bore to her grandparents, his mother and father; he felt too different from how he had, then, and it made him look different...or maybe her eyes weren’t playing tricks, and he really did. But he felt familiar, too, familiar and strange all at once, just like her. Allana felt an instinctive urge to run -- but away from him, or to him, she couldn’t tell. She was safe in the Jedi Academy, she knew that, but she had been safe on Hapes with her mother too, and sometimes staying safe there had required running; there was no reason why this place wouldn’t be the same...and yet.

And yet, she did not run. She didn’t run to him, either, but she stood and faced him and looked up into brown eyes that she knew and she said, “Hello......Jacen.” Should she had called him father? For so long, that had been a secret even from her; she didn’t know what the world father would taste like in her mouth now, or even if he would want her to say that. He had kept her secret for so long, after all; maybe even now that the secret was broken, he would still want to pretend. Allana would wait and see what he chose.

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Nightmare Bonds

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kadbejetiise‌:

“Hapan wine is beautiful,” Jaina agreed with a nod. Hapan Golds were definitely among some of the most beautiful looking drinks that Jaina could think of. They practically sparkled in the light when they were poured. But, then again, they were from Hapes. Of course they did. 

“I think it would go a long way towards keeping me in Mom and Dad’s good graces,” she winked, “so I would really appreciate it.”

As they headed for the kitchen door, Jaina nodded seriously. “Well, if you’re going to threaten them, I can’t imagine that they will dare to defy you.”

“They’d better not,” Allana agreed cheerfully, skipping alongside her aunt. “Grandma says I’m going to be as good a fighter as you some day, so they’d be in trouble if they tried.”

END.

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Nightmare Bonds

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kadbejetiise‌:

“She is definitely one of the smartest people I have ever met,” Jaina agreed. “And the Hapan royal family has yet to produce anyone who isn’t brilliant. At least not in the time that I’ve known them.” 

She resisted the urge to ruffle Allana’s hair. After all, her niece seemed to respond best when she was treated like an adult, and Jaina couldn’t blame her for that. What kid didn’t like being treated as an equal. And, as an aunt, that was her job.

Allana’s face after she sniffed at Jaina’s beverage was enough to make Jaina laugh again. “Not a whisky fan, eh, kiddo? That’s okay. Maybe you’ll be more of a Hapan wine drinker when you get older.”

Allana’s explanation sounded simple enough to Jaina, but it killed her that anyone so young would have a real-life experience to compare hers to. 

“So, what do you think? Are you ready to head back to bed? I don’t want Mom and Dad thinking that I kept you out of bed all night.”

Allana accepted the compliment to both her mother and her bloodline with an easy nod; intelligence wasn’t just considered a positive trait on Hapes, it was a downright survival necessity -- especially in the royal court. Anyone born to that lineage who wasn’t clever was unlikely to live long enough to pass on their genetics...or anything else.

“Hapan wine at least looks prettier than whisky,” Allana grumbled. “You and Grandpa Han like eating weird stuff.” This was said with equal parts revulsion and delighted awe; Allana had enjoyed trying some of the incredibly varied dishes that her new, galaxy-roaming life had presented her with...and some, she hadn’t.

A yawn killed whatever further comment she might have made, so Allana slipped from her seat with a nod and said, “Very well. If it will save you getting in trouble, I’ll go back to bed...but only if you do, too. If I need sleep,” she scolded haughtily, “so do you. And you can tell your nightmares that if they come back tonight, I shall be very cross with them,” she added in her best don’t-anger-the-Queen-Mother Voice. No, Allana knew she was no match for her own mother’s prowess yet -- but she was a quick learner and studying hard.

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Nightmare Bonds

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kadbejetiise‌:

Jaina felt the relief so strongly that she might have collapsed under other circumstances. There was a part of her that always believed that a part of Allana resented her for what she’d had to do. That, even though they’d never spoken of it, that it was natural for her to harbor some anger towards the person who had taken her father away. After all, there were people Jaina hated just for trying to do that same thing.

And yet, here Allana was, thanking her. 

“I did what needed to be done,” Jaina answered, shaking her head. This wasn’t the sort of thing for which she could say ‘you’re welcome.’ She had done it because she was the only one that could do it, and that was that. 

Allana’s small hand patting hers snapped Jaina back to reality a little bit. This particular moment wasn’t about her own guilt, anger, or anything else. It was about she and Allana. 

She smiled weakly. “I think your mama is an incredibly smart lady. If she says that, it must be true. And, I definitely hope so.”

She sipped at her whiskey. “It’s okay, though. I don’t want you to think that I’m going through every minute of every day sad and miserable. I just… It’s just something that’s always sort of there in the back of my mind. That’s all. It’s almost like when you feel like there’s something you forgot to do, and then you suddenly remember it. Do you know what I mean?”

“She is of course,” Allana agreed brightly, “but then, she is Queen of Hapes, so one would expect her to be smart.” A child’s blind trust in a parent, perhaps, more than an accurate assessment of the presumed correlation between intelligence and inherited power -- but she had met few queens other than her mother; she had little else by which to judge the role. And the only princess she knew aside from herself was Leia, so one might forgive the girl for assuming that monarchies were a sensible form of government. “So don’t worry,” she added, “mama is definitely right.”

Allana leaned in surreptitiously to sniff Jaina’s drink -- whiskey, she thought, like Grandpa Han liked -- and wrinkled her nose; sitting back again, she changed her mind about asking for a taste. She’d tasted whiskey -- Grandpa Han’s -- and had no desire to repeat the experience, then looked up to watch her aunt’s face as she spoke.

“Oh yes!” she replied, nodding sagely. “Like how I’m always aware of the fact that I can’t go home to mama, even though I’m not always thinking about it.” Allana beamed at Jaina. She was quite pleased with herself for not only being able to understand exactly what her aunt was talking about, but to be able to so clearly express that she, too, experienced that exact thing. It made her feel very mature. “I know exactly what you mean.”

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Nightmare Bonds

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kadbejetiise‌:

“Grandpa is very right about that,” Jaina answered, making a mental note to buy another several boxes of Allana’s favorite tea the next time she went food shopping. Allana had a lot going on, and if tea helped make her scrambled life easier, then Jaina was absolutely here for that. “That is true of both Nexus and Grandma.”

Hooboy. They were gonna have that conversation, were they? Jaina should have expected it eventually, but she didn’t much like being blind-sided by it at 11:30 at night. 

She poured herself another slug of whisky, handed Allana her tea and the bowl of sweetening nectar, and sat down where she could look Allana in the face. 

“Allana, nothing I have ever had to do in my whole life has made me more sad, more scared, or more sorry that that did,” she said, hoping that Allana knew how serious she was. “I literally wish that anyone else had done it, rather than me. I killed a part of myself that day, and I will never fully recover, if I’m honest.”

Allana giggled and nodded, in complete agreement with her aunt; Leia was an incredibly formidable woman. Growing-up as she had on Hapes, Allana had yet to realize how formidable -- had yet to realize that that trait was not as matter-of-course as she thought it, but was far more of an exception than it was a rule outside her mother’s court. But even among the elite of Hapan royalty, her grandmother would have stood-out.

She took her tea with a polite “thank you,” blew on it twice to cool it -- or at least so that she could say it had cooled, really, and she could go ahead and drink it now no problem -- and took an experimental sip. Then she lifted the lid from the nectar bowl and started spooning it into her mug, stirring vigorously to dissolve the sweet liquid in the hot one.

“I’m sorry you were sad and scared,” she said sincerely. She tried another sip of her tea; better, but it needed one more spoonful. Allana stirred it in and sipped again; this time she smiled. Perfect. Then she raised her eyes back to Jaina’s face and continued, “Thank you for doing it, though. Everybody says you were probably the only one who could. And I was sad and scared, until you did.” Not that they said as much to Allana -- but she was a daughter of Hapes. She was good at eavesdropping.

She reached across the table and patted Jaina’s hand. “You’ll be okay someday,” Allana assured her. “Mama says that anything you can live through, you can live through.”

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Nightmare Bonds

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kadbejetiise‌:

“Anji, huh?” Jaina asked, a half-grin, “I had no idea that Nexus were so enthusiastic about their tea. I will have to get some more to keep here for her…”

It was purely a strong and solid grasp of the Force that allowed Jaina to catch the water kettle before it hit the kitchen floor. She flicked a hand to place it back onto the counter and then turned to face Allana again. 

She had two choices, here. She could lie, which would probably be more comforting to Allana, but only if Allana didn’t catch Jaina out, which she definitely would. The girl was too damn perceptive. 

“It was,” she said, turning once again to set the water to boil. “Just because it was something that I had to do doesn’t mean that it is something that I got to do without consequences. I think about it a lot.”

“That would be good,” Allana said soberly. “Anji gets very cross when she can’t have her tea. And like Grandpa Han says, ‘when the nexu is unhappy everybody is unhappy.’” The quote came out in prim tones that were much at odds with the casual drawl in which Han so often spoke them, but Jaina was sure to recognize them nonetheless; Allana couldn’t know that it was a saying that was decades older than she was, and had originally been phrased in reference to a Wookiee.

The sight of her aunt Force-juggling the tea kettle might have phased an ordinary girl, but her travels with the Organa-Solos had exposed her to regular, high-intensity use of the Force; she thought nothing particular of the fact that Jaina was using it now. Had she been better trained in her own Force powers -- or had she been more awake, to utilize the keen perceptions in which her mother had trained her -- she would have noticed the ripple of emotion pouring off her aunt. But she wasn’t, and she didn’t. She was, after all, still only a little girl, and it was late at night. She should have been asleep, herself, not discussing sensitive topics with a woman more than twice her age.

But Allana Djo Solo had not had the sort of childhood that spared her sensitive topics.

“I think about it sometimes too,” she said. “Were you scared when you killed him?” She paused and added in a slightly quieter tone, “Were you sad?”

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An Unexpected Reunion

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  “I wish you were too, Allana.” Her head tilted the slightest bit as she regarded her daughter with pride. She was young but had already been through so much. “Everything would be so much better if you were here. You would help more than you are aware of, I believe.”

  The warmth of Allana’s hands put her at ease and she felt her body relax in a way she hadn’t let it in months. Tenel Ka would easily admit that having her daughter around would help – with both Fountain Palace matters and Tenel Ka’s own sanity – but she also knew having her daughter here would be detrimental to Allana’s own growth and view on the galaxy. Tenel Ka herself, much to her grandmother’s dismay, had seen and learned so much as a teenager at Master Skywalker’s Jedi Academy and she only thought it right that Allana ( even as the Hapan Chume’da ) should know more about the galaxy around her and not just the Consortium she was supposed to run one day.

  “Oh?”

  Tenel Ka, while quite impressed with her daughter’s sabacc face ( she must have learned that from her grandfather ), could feel a little ripple in the Force. Was that excitement, perhaps?

  “Would that be feasible? Would your grandparents be able to manage that with their busy schedules? Hapes would be honored to host the famous Solo family and their wonderful darling Amelia. Looks like I might need to make a few demands then.”

  With a small tug on Allana’s hands, Tenel Ka pulled her closer and pressed their foreheads together, a smile crossing her face.

  “You have no idea how wonderful it is to have you here, little one. Your smile alone has made everything thousands of times better. I wish I could see it every single day. I hope you know that.”

A great wave of warmth welled-up from inside Allana at her mother’s words. Everything would be better if she were here, if she were home with her mama; Tenel Ka had even said so, which made it a fact. Allana would be helpful. If only she could let herself indulge in the happy fantasy of being so helpful that her mother would need to keep her here; would need to undo all the careful layers of subterfuge that had taken her away from Hapes, from her own name and her mama and her crown and her life...

But that was nonsense, was impossible, and she knew it. She lived in the real world, not a magical kingdom where princesses could stay with their mothers and not be frightened by their fathers and be happy at home forever. She could not come back; she could not help her mother. She could not stay with her.

So Allana put the idea out of her mind, rolled it up into a hard tiny ball of hurt like a shimmering pearl and pushed it aside, buried it deep in her heart where she could pretend it wasn’t there.

But -- but, maybe she could stay for a little. Hope and delight spilled forth from her like a hurricane, swirling and tossing her heart on their warm winds. “Yes!” she yelped eagerly. “Yes, oh mama, yes! Yes, we can stay, all you have to do is tell us we have to stay, grandma and grandpa would be happy I know they would. I know they would,” she repeated insistently. “I know it.”

She snuggled in close, pressing herself against her mother’s hard muscles and soft silks and heavy braids. Tenel Ka smelled like home and Allana breathed it in deep. “I do know,” she told her mother, the words a fierce whisper. “I do. I do, too. I wish I could stay alw--” She bit the word off so hard and fast that she drew blood from her lip as she caught it between her teeth. She pressed her face against her mother’s side and breathed hard, coiling herself back into control -- stopping her gray eyes from spilling any treacherous tears down her cheeks.

“Sorry, mama,” Allana whispered, pulling away and sitting upright; showing that she was strong.

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Nightmare Bonds

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kadbejetiise‌:

Jaina nodded in agreement. “That’s true. Nightmares are more inevitable than anything else, I guess.” 

Allana’s admission was hardly surprising, but still gave Jaina a small pain somewhere in her gut. She didn’t like to think of her niece ever being unhappy.

 “Do you? Well, if you ever want to talk about them, you know you can talk to me, right? I know I seem like I’ve got a lot going on, but I’m never too busy to listen to you, got it?”

She opened the cupboard, searching among her mother’s extensive tea collection for one of the red teas from Hapes. “Like this?” she asked, brandishing the packet. “I assume this one is a winner because the packet is almost empty.”

She grinned back. “I wonder who could be drinking this much Hapan red tea. Do you have any idea who might have done that?” 

“All right,” Allana said, nodding. “I will. Thank you,” she added, although she would have to think about it before she took Jaina up on that offer; she wasn’t sure if that would be a good idea or not. Like her mother had taught her, she would ponder her decision until she had arrived at a suitable answer, and only then would she act upon it. Until then, she would be neutral and gracious and keep her thoughts to herself while she sorted through them.

She watched while her aunt rummaged through the teas, then nodded when Jaina raised her favorite. “You got it,” she agreed with a giggle. “Anji drinks too much of it,” she added confidingly, leaning in on her elbows in the sort of posture that her grandfather sported on the regular but that her mother would have raised an eyebrow over. “Threepio just can’t keep up with a nexu’s appetite, no matter how often he goes shopping.”

Allana watched Jaina’s preparations in silence as her thoughts unspooled and slowly fell into order; then she gave a nod that was more to herself than to her aunt and asked, “Were your nightmares about killing my daddy?”

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♪ Allana Djo Solo (lastsoloheir)

1. You Should See me in a Crown - Billie Eilish

2. Closer to Fine - The Indigo Girls

3. Dreams in the Hollow- Jesca Hoop

4. On My Way to Satisfaction - Girls Aloud

5. Run the World (Girls) - Beyonce

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Nightmare Bonds

@kadbejetiise | continued from this.

Allana nodded understanding, perhaps acting too serious for her age once again – that was the sort of thing people often said about her anyway, even if she wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. Could she help it that she felt serious, sometimes? Sometimes the galaxy was serious; what was she supposed to do about that? She could joke like Grandpa Han, perhaps, joke until everything felt a little less awful and dire and scary, but she didn’t think she was very good at jokes.

“I have nightmares sometimes too,” she told Jaina instead of trying for a joke. “It’s not something you should feel ashamed about.” Her mother had told Allana that a long time ago, and she believed it even more now.

She walked into the kitchen and climbed up onto a stool, swiveling until she had spun back around to face her secret aunt. “I like tea,” she said -- not a request or a demand, but a statement of fact that invited an offer without expressing something that could be construed as an obligation or weakness. Allana knew she didn’t need to act like that anymore -- especially not around her family -- but old habits were hard to break, especially when she was sleepy, and she fell back into Hapan courtly ways without thinking.

“I like the red ones best,” she added helpfully, finally cracking a small smile.

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"did you have another nightmare?" (lastsoloheir)

Jaina stopped, bottle of Corellian whisky halfway down from the shelf, and turned to face Allana. 

“Yeah. It happens. When you get to be my age, you have plenty of reasons to have ‘em,” she shrugged, the casual nature of the gesture somewhat belying the tension in her small frame. 

“What about you?” she asked, pouring herself a hefty slug of the liquor and taking a sip. “Want me to make you some tea or something?”

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