Nara sat, at peace. Kind of. As close to peace as an eighteen year old girl can be. With nothing but the rocks around her, the trees swaying in the breeze and the cacophony of life echoing in the air. She sat cross-legged, eyes closed. Around her, a dozen rocks floated gently, spinning and swaying and swirling. Rotating as she thought about things. The smallest thought or urge was all she needed to stop them, change them, let drop to the ground or float higher. As she did, she felt herself rise a little. Maybe. Perhaps she was just imagining it.
The swamp was no different from the other times she'd been there. No different from when she'd been there the first time, aside from the lack of several tons of outdated starship sinking into the water. The memory of it brought a little smile to her face as she concentrated. The swamp might not have changed, but Nara had. Still the same girl, but in two years, a lot can happen. Her hair was longer, tied loosely instead of a braid. Her cheeks a little less full, slightly more shaped. A couple of new scars and nicks on her chin, above her eye.
Breeeeeeeeet-chirp.
"Shut up Three-B, I'm thinking." And of course, poking out from her pack, there was her faithful droid. No Nara without Three-B. He stood watching her, head cocked to the side.
Chiirp cheep cheep chirp bree!
"I told you to be quiet..." she said, a little sharper now. "When have I ever cared about a fuss at the temple. Apart from the ones I make?"
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