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deernet2022-06-01 11:35 am
demonicbeauty) wrote in deernet2022-06-01 11:35 am
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[The feed springs to life without warning, as so many of the share memories have been doing, lately. At first it's mostly a wash of shadow and golden firelight, difficult to pin down to an exact time or place or person.
That changes as a mirror appears. A little girl is standing in front of it. She can't be terribly old. Maybe ten. But she's unmistakably green. It's Ariadne, no question. Skin the color of the underside of a maple leaf. Hair blue as candy floss, pulled into a tight braid over her shoulder. Little girl or adult, she has the same look of wonder in her gray eyes. Like she's completely fascinated with every single thing she encounters.
Right now, that wonder is her reflection.
An older--impossibly beautiful--woman appears at her side. She seems to be Human, with pink skin and black hair. She puts a hand on Ariadne's shoulder. Very, very carefully. Her voice is equally gentle.]
How do you feel?
[Ariadne looks at her in the mirror.]
Tired, mostly.
[The woman nods.]
Yes, that's to be expected. Does it hurt?
[Ariadne frowns.]
A little.
[She turns, looking back over her shoulder to keep her eyes on the mirror. The back of Ariadne's dress is stained with blood. Two long lines of it, running down each of her shoulder blades. She gasps, looking more startled than hurt. The other woman holds her steady.]
There will be scars. But they'll fade. In time. And you'll be able to pass for a Human, once you've healed. We'll survive. Together.
[Uncertainly, Ariadne wraps her arms around the woman's waist, burying her face against her side. The woman strokes her hair lovingly, as the memory fades.]
That changes as a mirror appears. A little girl is standing in front of it. She can't be terribly old. Maybe ten. But she's unmistakably green. It's Ariadne, no question. Skin the color of the underside of a maple leaf. Hair blue as candy floss, pulled into a tight braid over her shoulder. Little girl or adult, she has the same look of wonder in her gray eyes. Like she's completely fascinated with every single thing she encounters.
Right now, that wonder is her reflection.
An older--impossibly beautiful--woman appears at her side. She seems to be Human, with pink skin and black hair. She puts a hand on Ariadne's shoulder. Very, very carefully. Her voice is equally gentle.]
How do you feel?
[Ariadne looks at her in the mirror.]
Tired, mostly.
[The woman nods.]
Yes, that's to be expected. Does it hurt?
[Ariadne frowns.]
A little.
[She turns, looking back over her shoulder to keep her eyes on the mirror. The back of Ariadne's dress is stained with blood. Two long lines of it, running down each of her shoulder blades. She gasps, looking more startled than hurt. The other woman holds her steady.]
There will be scars. But they'll fade. In time. And you'll be able to pass for a Human, once you've healed. We'll survive. Together.
[Uncertainly, Ariadne wraps her arms around the woman's waist, burying her face against her side. The woman strokes her hair lovingly, as the memory fades.]
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Ah. So it is something like that. Savage has a led a life a bit more.....sheltered than mine so it might have been a surprise for him. I have seen a number of species where it works that way in my galaxy. Some even have the males lay eggs.
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[Why not? There are Humans in every corner of the multiverse.
Actually, she rather likes the idea that there could be more Alastrians out there. Especially in Maul's world, where no one seems to mind people who are different.]
You'll have to tell me more about them, someday.
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[Maul rarely talks about his galaxy much mainly because he gets a little homesick when does. But it's nice to do so now and again.]
There are a number of them that are humanoid in appearance but you would never mistake them for one just as you wouldn't with us Zabraks.
[Ones like Twi'leks and Togrutas, distinctly humanoid in shape but that was where the similarities ended.]
Then there are those which look completely unlike any beings you have ever seen before in your life.
[He thought of the kind of beings like Hutts that were essentially giant sentient slugs.]
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[She smiles wistfully.]
I was raised by humanoids. They mostly keep to themselves.
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[Maul had been just too feral, socially awkward, and just plain weird for most of his fellow students to really want to get to know him.]
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[She laughs softly.]
We have so much in common, Maul.
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Who would have thought?