#seventeen year old Ziv means late 15/early 16 Poe oder?

[irrfahrer]

"I'll see you in your dreams"

The noises of Curuscants busy morning dripped into the Jedi-Temples Rooms, corridors and chambers like drops of a steady river that was the city-planets never resting rush of life. Tieredly, squirming on the sleepingmat in the Youngling-Clans-Chamber, the Tynnans ears flicked after the noises around her- the familiar buzzing of the busy streets, the well-known rustling of cloth, the murmur of voices, the scrooping of the bedsheets. She knew those noises as well as her own heartbeat, in fact she had listened to them since she had been a small heap of white fur laying in the cradle. And this was the problem. For Ziv had fallen asleep in the ruins of the AgriCorps Facility on Marfa, days of Hyperspace Travel away from Curuscant with the broken transperisteel of the roof above her head and silver stars shimmeirng like diamonds. For the rustling of cloth was caused by the other Younglings of her Cans swiftly going through their morning-routine and those children were no more-nolonger children and nolonger alive. For the murmur of voices were caused by the busy halls of the Jedi-Temple, but now there were no busy murmurs anymore for those halls had been burned down, black like dead earth from ash. For the bed she had been laying on had been burned with the Jedi-Temple and the boy who was the owner of the bed she had climbed in almost every night was-

                                                                                          -holding her paw.

There  was a feeling as if a icecold finger was running down her spine. Ziv felt her paw clench to a sdmall fist, around that much too familiar hand and from one moment to another she opned her eyes, tensed, frozen in her movement, terrified. Because the face she looked at could not be. Because the face she looked at looked like that boy, but was also longer,older, a little more mature. Because the face she looked at looked like that face of the boy, but could not be that age, could have never become that age, because he was- No!, Hasty, panicky, terrified the young girl banned this line of the thought in the deep dark corner of her mind like a dirty secret. The bedsheets shifted and she flinched, looking back at him. The (Poe) boy (Poe who she had last seen younger) -opned (Poe who had left the Temple as a Padawan) his  (Poe who had fought in the Clone Wars) Mouth  (Poe who would never be this age because in the Clone Wars he had d-) to (No!) say (NO!)  something.

Promptly the Tynnan flinched back, tumbling off the sleepingmat, falling off the bed-                 -and fell out of her sleep, flinching so hard on the sleepingmat she had set up in one of the rooms of the abonded AgriCorps Facility on Marfa, that she jumped up as if she was hit by electricity. Just a second later she was on her knees, one paw around her blaster, her pelt bristled and her razorsharp teeth bared. The small vivarium she wore like a pendant around her neck tinkled on its necklace like windchimes and fell against her chest. Its weight lay cool and unfamiliar against her pelt, Ziv had only had found the Orchid the day before so the small fower in the pendant leaning against the outside of the transperisteel to Zivs chest like a snuggling infant was still strange. Still, it only needed that cool feeling for the girl to realize what had happned adn with bared teeth she grabbed for the pendant, almost growling: “Stay kriffing away from my Kriffing memories, you kriffing li-”, before she could end the sentences Ziv bit her lips brutally and so ahrd she tasted a wisp of iron on her tounge- the Pendant had become colder in her paw, startled and cold. The young girl swallowed the anger like a thick clot, forcing herself to breath calmly to sooth the small flower -sproutling again. “I am sorry, baby. That was not fair. You could not know, Just-”, the Tynnan huffed, rocking the pendant with the sproutling in her small paw like in a cradle carefully: “..just...one rule, okay? Stay away from images in my memories.And especially-” -Him, the word lay on her tounge heavyly and left a bitter taste that she wanted to just spit out but also could not let go of:   “-those images, we kriffing good?” The Orchid did of course not answered and the young girl just tieredly let go of a long sigh as she ran a finger gently over the transperisteel of the small pendant: “We kriffing good.” With a long huff the girl let herself fall back on the sleepingmat that was damp and moist from her sweatdrenched pelt. Over her silver starlight fell through the with thick ranks overgrown transperisteel of the roof and wrapped the hothouse in a silver light as if wrapped in a pale veil.The small Vivarium-Pendant with the Murakami-Orchid lay strangely heavy on her chest like a stone and made it hard to breath as hours ticked by slowly while the wild garden around her grew, grew, grew and rustled, rustled, rustled like a nocturnal pack of animals lurking around her. Ziv could not remember when she had again fallen asleep that night.

[ @poewingsdameron ]