and when you close your tired eyes

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Arha was not at the pink bus, she was not in the X-Wing simulation, either, nor was she helping Roxie with something, or with Obi-Wan, training.  Instead, she was standing in the middle of a clearing in a place that looked very much like Felucia from Obi-Wan's Universe.  The air was drier, but the plants glowed in the darkness, casting light around the clearing she'd created.  Arha stretched out and murmured for music.

Any music.

Her eyebrows arched slightly when the beat rang out and the lush music spilled around her.  A delighted laugh bubbled free.  This she could dance to, mostly definitely.  In fact...she lowered the gravity just a touch and restarted the song before beginning to dance.  It was so easy to surrender to the music and let it sweep her tension away.  After the dreams, the horrible, horrible dreams, she needed this far more than she had realized.  Leaps were fun, spins were elegant, interpretation was challenging, and Arha loved it all so much that she completely lost track of time.

The same song had been on repeat far longer than she cared to admit.