Crashing waves drown out chaotic thrashing, disturbed sleep encasing the dark haired girl like a prison. This has gone on for the last few days, the sense of something coming, something life-changing, washing over her. Rey can’t explain it and she dares not voice it even when Luke notices the distraction within her focus. She’s gotten better at shielding her thoughts. It’s mid-day, a break in training leaving Rey to meditate and Luke to his own devices which finds her suddenly startled. If that be the correct term. Hazel eyes open as the sense of someone coming-- but not just someone, the one she has been waiting for her whole life-- is realized.
Rey’s mind and emotions crash together like a supernova which nearly knocks her physically off-balance until the flash of a woman’s hair sends her mind on a kaleidoscope of images and memories. They aren’t complete, yet she knows they are real. And as the woman comes into full view every moment which has led to this point suddenly begins to make some semblance of sense. This woman is her mother and her Master-- the one who has spent the last few weeks training her-- is her father. That was what she had sensed in the Force, why she had the abilities she held, and why the saber had called to her. “You’re her-- you’re my mother.”