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The Preserve [Monday afternoon]
Sep. 22nd, 2014 01:23 pmIn the guise of being the kind of person who would do yoga in the woods (Mara was really not a person who would do yoga in the woods), Mara picked up her blue mat from her room and trotted out to a suitable clearing in the preserve where one of the trees was marred with the initials "AS+RG" carved into the wood. She frowned lightly as she passed it, wondering if that couple even remembered doing that. It made for a suitable landmark when she got a little lost, though. Most of her training had been in navigating city landscapes rather than the woods, and she'd spent free time here purposefully getting turned around so she could learn how to find her way back.
She rolled her mat out, sat in the center and cleared her mind. My lord? she called out, questing into the Force for a familiar presence.
There you are, my child. You're late.
Mara swallowed. The Emperor sounded testy. Not as angry as he'd been the weekend she'd forgotten who she was and had subsequently missed their weekly briefing--which was now why they talked on Mondays--but still far from pleased.
I apologize, my lord, she replied, fighting to check her chrono. She didn't think she was late. Shall I tell you about my week?
She took his silence as assent, and told him of her election to the Student Council--she could feel a tinge of amusement at that--her classes, and her various dating partners from Caritas. She briefed him about her observations of the teachers (with not a nice thing to say about Jayne, Pam or Cheryl) and the students (with perhaps a little too much about Johnny, Face, and Flick, but she was fourteen and they were hot). She ended by mentioning Parents Weekend. I know you don't technically qualify, my lord, she sent diffidently, and you are far too busy running a galaxy to attend such a trivial--
I need you back here anyway, my child, he interrupted. There is a mission you are uniquely qualified to undertake.
She felt her heart beat faster. I'm flattered, my lord--
I don't need your flattery, he interrupted. I need your presence. Friday evening.
And with that he was gone. Mara blew out a long breath and opened her eyes. Maybe she should learn yoga. Conversations with the Emperor weren't the least stressful things ever.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but available to be discovered if you're in the preserve!]
She rolled her mat out, sat in the center and cleared her mind. My lord? she called out, questing into the Force for a familiar presence.
There you are, my child. You're late.
Mara swallowed. The Emperor sounded testy. Not as angry as he'd been the weekend she'd forgotten who she was and had subsequently missed their weekly briefing--which was now why they talked on Mondays--but still far from pleased.
I apologize, my lord, she replied, fighting to check her chrono. She didn't think she was late. Shall I tell you about my week?
She took his silence as assent, and told him of her election to the Student Council--she could feel a tinge of amusement at that--her classes, and her various dating partners from Caritas. She briefed him about her observations of the teachers (with not a nice thing to say about Jayne, Pam or Cheryl) and the students (with perhaps a little too much about Johnny, Face, and Flick, but she was fourteen and they were hot). She ended by mentioning Parents Weekend. I know you don't technically qualify, my lord, she sent diffidently, and you are far too busy running a galaxy to attend such a trivial--
I need you back here anyway, my child, he interrupted. There is a mission you are uniquely qualified to undertake.
She felt her heart beat faster. I'm flattered, my lord--
I don't need your flattery, he interrupted. I need your presence. Friday evening.
And with that he was gone. Mara blew out a long breath and opened her eyes. Maybe she should learn yoga. Conversations with the Emperor weren't the least stressful things ever.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but available to be discovered if you're in the preserve!]
