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i hear the tiniest sparks [OPEN]

It was a little disconcerting how Mara ended up in a different area than she meant to be. Of course, she couldn't blame anyone but herself, as she kept ignoring the little guiding tentacles that tried to get her to where she wanted to be.

Maybe she truly just wanted to get lost.

In any case, she ended up wandering the Statuary, stopping along a few select to flick the switch at the base of the statues and sighing as nothing happened. Of course, nothing happened.

She stopped fully in front of a statue of Luke Skywalker, of her husband, and she smiled to herself, snorting softly. Of course he had a statue...in all honesty, there were probably statues of him on most Inner Rim Planets (not that they existed anymore).

"Can't get away from you, Farmboy."

(Not that she wanted to.)

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"I would gladly accept your aid, and Luke's. I know this path I walk is one that will be difficult." Her fingers settled over Mara's and her eyes were bright long before her smile washed across her face. "I do this for those who call themselves Skywalker, most of all. I have been so greatly gifted since coming to this place. Your strength, that is something that I shall need and will always be grateful to receive."

Her eyes flicked across Mara's face.

"I have been a healer for a very long time," Arha said, "since before I knew it. I have worked on Vader twice and I shall need all the luck that can be found."

Mara looked down and smiled mischievously. "My husband would say there is no luck, only the Force. And my brother-in-law would say he makes his own luck. Either way, I wish you all the luck...or...Force luck you could ask for. And just let me know when I can help."

"That can be done," Arha said with a nod. She was quiet for a moment, thoughtful. "Mm, before I forget. This thing I have--it is for you."

She held the package up. It was wrapped neatly, proportionately, into a perfect square, the coarse string a little frayed and knotted into a little bow where it was to be untied. Within the neatly done bundle, when unfolded was a jed-eye cloak (http://www.carpatina.com/ClkGreVelvGreLin1.JPG) done in dark green. It was multi-pocketed, each pocket cleverly hidden and big enough for stashing weapons if needed. Too, there was a proper belt done in the same fabric for hanging either blasters or a lightsaber. There were pouches along its length as well, each positioned so that anything inside would not make its wearer off balance. It was similar to the sand colored one Arha, herself wore and hung at her hips rather than her waist. There was a cloth tie used to secure one holster to a leg and the ties slid into small sleeves so they would not catch. It was a secure, comfortable thing.

It seemed highly appropriate and it had been done in her own hand, the neat stitching made that obvious.

Mara took it curiously, glancing at Arha as she did so. She opened it, carefully, and shook the fabric out to look at it, smiling softly at the cloak.

"Arha." She breathed, running her fingers over stitching. "It's beautiful, thank you."

"You are most welcome," Arha said, beaming from ear to ear. "I had thought you might wish something that was useful as well as pleasing to the eye. I had made Jed-Eye garb for Luke after studying the library for quite some time. It was as close to what he might have worn in his own time. A cloak, this is such a thing for a Jed-Eye, also, a place for weapons. The plant suits, they are hardly accommodating."

Her grin managed to stay put right along with the bright wave of delight.

"I am pleased you like it."

"I love it." Mara grinned at her. "Thank you, again. You are too good to my family. Thank you for keeping an eye on my boys while I was gone, too."

"Your husband holds my water debt, by default, that extends to your family," Arha said in a deadly serious tone. "I will watch over all of you with my own life." Her smile was lopsided, but the seriousness of her words stayed within her eyes.

She would defend them without question to her very last breath.

"There is no such thing as being too good, not to my Jed-Eye. Never to my Jed-Eye."

Mara squeezed Arha's shoulder. "Thank you."

Arha's a part of the family, and has been since before Mara arrived...but of all the people Luke had befriended and gathered under his cowl of protection, Arha was, and would be, the easiest to accept, Mara felt.

She just felt right. Right in their family.

"You are most welcome," Arha said, her smile as bright as it could go, but through the Force, it was much brighter--like a miniature sun blazing away. She was a true part of the Force in that she had pulled it into herself and hooked herself into it. Each and every time she touched it (always, at every second!) that joy was renewed and spilled over. It made her a loud, buzzing ball of warmth, unique in her own right, always with the touch of something exotic and strange, but as equally filled with the joy of being alive, of protecting, of healing.

"If you are in need," she murmured, "you must reach. I shall hear you, this I promise. Always. Do not worry about time or sleep, I am here."

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