Silence & Reflection

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There was never truly silence.  Something was always moving, people were always passing.  Even in the Sensorium, where she had thought about going, there would be noise.  It was to the Temples that Arha went to seek an approximation of silence and it was there that she remained long past the end of the day's training.  Deep meditation left her subdued and tranquil, warm, still, but a little more distant.  Her thoughts settled lightly on Luke Skywalker, examined the delicate ledge she had stood upon with him, understood each side of it, and accepted it for what it was.

It diminished nothing between them if she was to be honest.

The best she could do was put it away, to turn off the part of her that wanted to grieve for something that couldn't be.  There was a time and a place to deal with such a thing and she had so very much to accomplish before she could consider herself ready.  She would not let whatever feelings she had cloud her vision, nor provoke negativity in herself.  How could she listen to the Force if all she heard was the rumble of sorrow?  It did her no good and did her training with Obi-Wan less good.

Arha breathed in and let the calm of the Force descend, in it there was peace and comfort.

In it there was life and joy and beauty.