trans_9 | and when you close your tired eyes

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.

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Arha knew he was coming long before he got there and when the first song faded and flowed into something completely different (http://www.box.net/shared/feqyq0f4p8), she was no longer dancing just for herself, but for Obi-Wan. Words had always been useless. They lacked translation, they lacked depth. One could write a pretty paragraph, heartfelt and emotional, but in the end, what did it mean? She found her joy in movement, the same as she always did. Whatever was between the two of them it was never referred to, but simply expressed. It was there as sure as anything, sure and constant.

She was smooth, all curve and motion, weaving bits of him into her moves with Soresu, with the elegant mirroring of his own meditative practice she had seen him do countless times. The spaces between one moment to the next were full of them as she pushed herself into the air, springing high only to twist bonelessly, arcing high as the music took off. This required touches of the Force to augment the athletic display and the sheer joy of it was as bright as the song itself.

When she came down in that final move, she was right in front of him, her blue-within-blue eyes locked on his own with all the intensity of the midday sun. And she didn't say a word.

And what was there to say? Obi-Wan just smiled and held out an open hand for hers. When he had it he drew her close, and kissed her, long and sweetly. Not chaste, but neither was it heated or purposeful. An appreciation, the applause from an audience well-pleased and sated on an excellent performance. A declaration of love.

And when it was done, there was still time, and room, for words, "I would like to spar with you."

Arha's fingers laced with his as she kissed him back, the warmth and fire that she always had as bright as ever. Her eyes fairly sparkled as her lips curved into a broad smile. Sparring with Obi-Wan was a joy in itself, especially now that she could do so properly. Her fingers trailed down his cheeks and her thumb across his bottom lip, her touch gentle as kissed him once more, briefly, before she pulled away.

"Mm," Arha said, dipping her head in a slight nod, "I would enjoy such a thing very much."

It wouldn't do to fight with live weaponry, and at the thought of it, twins of their own lightsabers came into being as the behest of Stacy. Obi-Wan stepped away and held out a hand; the faux-weapon came into his palm with a clean snap and he ignited it with a grin. He was very good at this, and loved practicing the things he was good at. there was no shame in a bloodless competition.

"Come," he challenged, teasingly, taking up the opening stance, "Dance with me."

Arha grinned, pure joy in the practice igniting along with the replica fabricated by the Sensorium. If there was one thing she enjoyed, it was a good sparring session. It was made all the better when she found herself facing Obi-Wan.

"Who am I to refuse a dance such as this?" she murmured, countering with the Makashi opening salute, which always made her feel like laughing. It was showy and she preferred Obi-Wan's Soresu to it, but it was an amusing opening. Cocky, to be sure, with a touch of arrogance. When she moved to attack, it was in a blur, combining Jed-Eye skill with Weirding Way speed. The hybrid itself was fascinating to play with. This was a thrilling thing, this dance of skill.

Makashi, the contemporary, brother-style to Obi-Wan's preferred dance of defenses. It made him smirk, the game and taunt of it, the cheek. Had not Makashi been described as a dancer's style, more than once? It was suited for dueling.

Good. Let it begin.

The prescience of a Jedi was not like that of a Bene Gesserit, or the Kwisatz Haderach. It was a near thing, near as knowing when to exhale, when to begin the next beat of your heart. Properly used, one never knew what they were meant to do next, one simple did, moving in complete faith in the Force. Without knowing why he moved to block, Obi-Wan smoothly shifted his stance, efficient quick movements of Soresu catching Arha's blade neatly, as if she had been aiming for it all along. He did not counterstrike, knowing he'd never make the time. The wierding way was a thing of speed, and Soresu one of patience.

Arha watched him carefully, never truly seeking to 'win', for she enjoyed the play of it too much. When she tired of Makashi, it was Ataru that she utilized, though she was not completely proficient in it. She dropped from the Weirding Way to find the Force with a joy that was undeniable. Shii-Cho, fell into place when it was needed, but she let the Force guide her.

Soresu was patience. She could bounce around for ages, but eventually, she would tire, and he would see his opening. Arha put together unexpected combinations--a slash here, an unexpected jab, a risky series of sharp, pointed movements. It was fun to play with the moves, to pull in new ones, to stretch out what she had learned and see what it was like to fly. It was a dance, it was acrobatics.

And she teased him all the way through it, her eyes glittering in the light of their crossed blades.

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