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fandomtownies2011-01-16 04:01 pm
weetuskenraider) wrote in fandomtownies2011-01-16 04:01 pm
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A Quiet Part of the Beach, Sunday at Dusk
Everything was done. The casing and components had been assembled for months now, and several days' solitary meditation had imbued the new crystal with the Force; after that, it had been a simple matter of some minor adjustments and some fine-tuning.
And Tahiri had a lightsaber again.
She hadn't turned it on yet; the salle seemed too enclosed and sterile for its first use, and so despite the cold, despite the boots she'd had to put on out of necessity if she wanted to keep her toes in this weather, Tahiri took the newly assembled weapon and headed out to the beach; the place where the ocean met the land, and where if she looked out over the water it seemed like it met the sky, where if she turned to look behind her she could see much of the island -- it seemed like the most appropriate locale for her first trial of the weapon that symbolized so much of her healing process over these last several years.
She stood, both feet planted easily in the sand, closing her eyes and breathing in the sharp, cold tang of the air, reaching out to tap into the Force. Only when she felt in tune with it did she reach down and unhook the lightsaber's hilt from her belt, hold it out in front of her, and thumb the power stud.
It hummed to life with the familiar snap-hiss noise, and Tahiri opened her eyes to see the area around her illuminated in . . . golden light. She supposed she might have expected that, from a citrine crystal, but she wasn't sure what color the blade would have been after her Force meditations had infused it with energy.
Her first lightsaber's blade had been blue, as had her second, though the second had been a paler shade that had always reminded her of Anakin Solo's eyes. This one . . . if it was connected to anything at all, it was connected to her memories of Fandom, of the friends she'd made here and how they'd helped her put herself back together.
That was just fine. She could live with that.
More importantly, the lightsaber really felt like it was hers, in a way she couldn't articulate. Smiling slightly to herself, and closing her eyes again, Tahiri let herself fall into the rhythm of slash and parry, feint and dodge, as both the Jedi Knight and the warrior she'd become. It felt seamless, and right, and really . . . it was good.
[OOC: I have been trying to write this for three days, grr. Open if you want!]
And Tahiri had a lightsaber again.
She hadn't turned it on yet; the salle seemed too enclosed and sterile for its first use, and so despite the cold, despite the boots she'd had to put on out of necessity if she wanted to keep her toes in this weather, Tahiri took the newly assembled weapon and headed out to the beach; the place where the ocean met the land, and where if she looked out over the water it seemed like it met the sky, where if she turned to look behind her she could see much of the island -- it seemed like the most appropriate locale for her first trial of the weapon that symbolized so much of her healing process over these last several years.
She stood, both feet planted easily in the sand, closing her eyes and breathing in the sharp, cold tang of the air, reaching out to tap into the Force. Only when she felt in tune with it did she reach down and unhook the lightsaber's hilt from her belt, hold it out in front of her, and thumb the power stud.
It hummed to life with the familiar snap-hiss noise, and Tahiri opened her eyes to see the area around her illuminated in . . . golden light. She supposed she might have expected that, from a citrine crystal, but she wasn't sure what color the blade would have been after her Force meditations had infused it with energy.
Her first lightsaber's blade had been blue, as had her second, though the second had been a paler shade that had always reminded her of Anakin Solo's eyes. This one . . . if it was connected to anything at all, it was connected to her memories of Fandom, of the friends she'd made here and how they'd helped her put herself back together.
That was just fine. She could live with that.
More importantly, the lightsaber really felt like it was hers, in a way she couldn't articulate. Smiling slightly to herself, and closing her eyes again, Tahiri let herself fall into the rhythm of slash and parry, feint and dodge, as both the Jedi Knight and the warrior she'd become. It felt seamless, and right, and really . . . it was good.
[OOC: I have been trying to write this for three days, grr. Open if you want!]