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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

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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[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"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."

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

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.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"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."