A Friendly Ear

Hannibal Grayza

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Jedi Order
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Force Ghost

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A young boy, not even ten years old yet, stood in front of a building on Naboo, intimidated and overwhelmed. Furrowed brows and downturned eyes showed his discomfort with where he was, what he heard, and what he saw. The voices were loud here, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. Foreign sensations ran across his skin he couldn't explain. He was small, and scared, only there because his mother kept her hand on his shoulder and urged him forward.

He was led inside through the door. The smell of wildflowers lightly perfumed the air, and it comforted him in its familiarity. The boy knew what kind they were and where they grew, knew what colour they'd be before he turned and saw them. Brightest blue, nothing like the yellow and red that tinged the rest of the room and edged into the corners of his vision. He didn't quite relax, but it helped.

"Hi, Hannibal. I'm Doctor Altair. Come on back, okay?"


A woman, old to the boy but quite young and pretty by any other standard, stepped through another door across the room and greeted them. She smiled at him. He knew it was real by the way it felt and the sound, and he tried to smile back. It didn't feel right on his face and it quickly slipped away. The young woman led him into a room in the back.

The smell of flowers was stronger here. Sunlight filtered in through a wide window and bathed the ground in between a large, leather bound chair and a wide couch in warmth and dancing, dappled shadows from an old tree outside. The walls had various pieces of art on them, mostly paintings and bits of poetry, almost all done by amateurs.

Half-there phantoms crept around the edges of the room, but he tried to ignore them. They whispered words he couldn't hear as he stepped slowly over the well worn rug by the door and to the couch. He lifted himself up and onto it, drawing his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Green eyes stared at where the light touched the floor, watching the shadows move across the wood instead of the ones in the corners of the room.

It didn't help.


"Your mom said you've been having some trouble. Do you want to talk about it?"

The boy slowly shook his head, eyes keeping the floor in sight. It was all miserable, and he just wanted it all to end. Whatever that meant.

"Would it be easier to write something?"

He frowned and tightened the grip on his legs. After a few seconds he nodded. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Besides, he could tell.

She just wanted to help.
 
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