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not-a-coral-snake · 3 years

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for @lamenweek Day 8 prompt: “It was one kingdom once”

"Their support is . . . tennous," Berenger says. He shifts his weight. "Your majesty, if I may be so bold . . . You retain their support because they think you are young and tractable. They think they can sway you, if not into abandoning the alliance with Akielos entirely, into minimizing its priority. If you proceed as you plan, you will lose their support entirely."

It’s like this sometimes. His nobles, or Damianos’s, dangling promises of support before them, of difficulties that could be amicably smoothed over, if only the king would be reasonable. The three nobles Berenger is referring to today hold between them a significant portion of Toutaine, rich in timber and mineral resources, and in Lord Mitry’s case, along a strategically-important stretch of the border with Vask. Appease them, and Laurent will have a significant amount more funds and men for fighting the more directly-belligerent of his uncle’s remaining supporters and pursuing the various domestic projects he has planned. Refuse, and Laurent will be likely be faced with years of delayed and short tax payments, a haven for smugglers that will sharply reduce tariff revenue from Vaskian goods, perhaps even a breeding ground for more direct rebellion.

It comes as little surprise. Laurent knows it would be difficult to find broad support for his plans with Akielos even if he had political capital to spare. Knows how little political capital surviving his uncle's court has left him. Knows whatever tolerance, whatever grudging deference, he has wrangled out of his court by virtue of their nearly executing him on false charges is fleeting.

“Invite the Toutainais nobles to court for the snowmelt festivities,” Laurent says. “We can give them an opportunity to attempt to convince me of the wisdom of their position. It will be as much a chance for me to reassure them of the logic of mine.”

Berenger nods, jots down a note. “Shall I delay the announcement of the new trade policy with Akielos until after their visit, then?” he says.

Laurent pauses, shakes his head. There is only so much to be gained by stringing the Toutainais nobles along for a few weeks longer. “We cannot allow the reservations of a handful of northern lords to dictate our policies for the nation,” he says. “Announce the trade policy as planned.”

* * *

It had been an impulsive proposal, uniting the kingdoms, born out of high emotion rather than logic. Laurent is reminded of this every time he is faced with its costs. He had been dehydrated, had not slept in thirty hours. Damianos had lost rather a lot of blood. It was one kingdom once.

They do not plan to unite it into one kingdom again immediately or all at once. They had announced, in those early days in Ios, simply an alliance. In the negotiations that followed, they had laid out a stronger, more intimate alliance than was usual. They plan, over the next several years, to strengthen the terms of the alliance still further, the alliance’s existing success hopefully serving as an argument in favor of further entanglement.

In the meantime, they plan to harmonize the workings of their respective governments, to increase trade and cultural exchange. They will join the kingdoms later, when Akielons and Veretians are no longer strangers to each other, when laws and governments can be joined without friction, when trades and interdeallings have grown to a point that union seems more natural than not.

Moving the capital of each kingdom to Marlas has been an early success. Veretians are proud to once again rule over Delfeur, and see the court at Marlas as a literal and obvious symbol of their reign. Akielons, aware that Veretians possesses the province on paper, are glad of the new capital as evidence that Akielos still, in the ways that matter, holds Delpha.

Damen smiles fondly at the gracefully shifting narratives Laurent employs when speaking of the two countries’ decision to form a court at Marlas, the flexible, carefully-chosen explanations he uses that allow everyone, Veretian or Akielon, to view the new capital as a win for their side. Laurent, for his part, never denies outright that greater unity with Akielos was his main goal in moving the capital.

* * *

There are costs for Damen too, among the kyroi and the powerful noble families of the Akielon court.

Even with the lingering doubts and resentment left in the wake of Kastor’s coup, Damen’s position in his own court upon taking the throne was stronger than Laurent’s was. The rumors meant to delegitimize Damen after his return from Vere had never really had time to take root, and few of Kastor’s supporters had been truly loyal to Kastor himself, rather than Theomedes’s bloodline. Damen is a beloved warrior, a hero, triumphantly returned from supposed death to claim his rightful throne. He has the support of his people for whatever grand and improbable project he might wish to take on.

The first grand and improbably project Damen takes on, however, is ending slavery. He and Laurent agree: ending slavery as early in Damen’s reign as possible is a moral imperative, as well as a practical one. Whatever chance there is of winning broad acceptance in Akielos to ending slavery, it will be the greatest while the knowledge of the king of Akielo’s time as a slave is still a raw wound, while that king’s survival and seeming return from death still seems like a miracle. In the days of still-unsettled emotion at the beginning of Damen’s reign, ending slavery becomes a way of channeling the people’s fervor, allowing all the shock and outrage and gratitude and shame the people feel upon learning his story to be converted into action.

It is also probably for the best that the people of Akielos do not associate the end of slavery with growing Veretian influence in Akielon affairs.

When the project to end slavery succeeds, it is in the eyes of both kings a monumental triumph. If I do nothing else of worth during my reign, Damen thinks, I can nonetheless be proud of my achievements, having accomplished this.

As things stand, though, Damen has other plans as well. And as he begins the process of moving Akielos towards unification with Vere, he finds he has a steeper uphill battle ahead of him now than before. There is talk that the young king is trying to change too much, too fast. Overconfident, perhaps. There are enough of Kastor’s more subtle supporters left at court to become a focus point for the murmurs of discontent that arise. Damen’s throne is hardly in danger, but building support for his policies is increasingly a matter of strategic effort rather than easy assurance.

Unfortunately, Laurent’s presence at court has a tendency to exacerbate these weaknesses. When Laurent attends meetings with the kyroi, he becomes a proxy for criticism the kyroi would not dare direct at Damen himself. In one meeting concerning defense against Vaskian raids, the pace of the meeting slows to a crawl as the kyroi present Laurent with objection after objection. They argue with Laurent, try to pick open holes in his logic, even ask for confirmation his sources of information are reliable and his calculations correct. Damen would be outraged on Laurent’s behalf, except that Laurent is clearly unbothered by their rudeness. He seems to be enjoying himself even, sidestepping their traps easily and demolishing each objection almost as quickly as it’s raised. He’s anticipated nearly every one of the arguments the kyroi fling at him, Damen notices. So instead, Damen sits back and watches appreciatively as Laurent wins endless battles of words.

In private, after the meeting ends, Nikandros is livid. “They have no business speaking to a king like that,” he says. “Even a foreign one. To ask you if you were certain about the timing—they had no place—”

Laurent is silent for a while, reassessing, as Nikandros paces the room. “That wasn’t normal political discourse, then,” he says finally. “Akielon protocol does not allow for direct critique of a king’s line of reasoning.”

“You let people speak to you that way in your own country?” Nikandros says, amazed.

Laurent shrugs noncommittally, but Damen has attended enough meetings with the Veretian council and nobility to know that yes, this sort of back-and-forth is relatively common in Vere. And not merely a product of Laurent’s previously-tarnished reputation with the court, but instead a result of the different ways Veretians demonstrate power and deference.

But later, after Nikandros has left, Laurent says, “I am a weakness to you here in more ways than I thought.” He bites his lip.

“I did not think you minded their questioning,” Damen says.

Laurent says, “I knew, being here, that more people would claim that I wield undue influence over you. That some would dismiss our ideas as too Veretian, that some would whisper that you were thinking with your cock. But most of those people would be saying as much anyway even if I were not in Ios in person.

“But by being here, in person, I have become a proxy for all the criticism they would make of you, and cannot. They can criticize me, and in criticizing me they can make you appear weak. Perhaps I should return to Marlas.”

There is a truth to Laurent’s words, for all that Damen’s mind rebels against it. Knowing now the typical deference afforded a king in policy meetings, Laurent can adjust his own behavior. Damen knows without any doubt that Laurent, if he wanted to, could make any man who questions him instantly regret being born.

But he will be a proxy for criticism not just in meetings, where he is present to defend himself, but in every conversation resentful nobles have with each other. Kastor’s former supporters will complain of Laurent, instead of Damen, and nobles who would never dare criticize Damen will feel comfortable joining in. The more Laurent is present in Ios, the more he is seen to have a direct hand in any particular issue, the more policies the court will find it safe to disparage.

Damen could agree, could let Laurent return to Marlas and remain in Ios alone. They could correspond by letter, could still shape policy together at a distance. It could work that way. It might even work better that way. And yet—

“You should stay,” Damen says. Whatever the tradeoffs, it’s worth it to have Laurent here, to have Laurent in meetings observing the kyroi’s behavior himself, to be able to consult with him every day, to be able to spend evenings together making plans and picking their way through problems.

Laurent raises an eyebrow, but some of the tension is already leaving his shoulders. “I work better when you’re here,” Damen says. “The kyroi will have to get used to you.”

* * *

There is a set of reasons Laurent uses with the Veretian court to argue in favor of alliance: easier and more lucrative trade, a relaxing of border defenses that allows greater resource use elsewhere, cultural exchange that will improve Veretian knowledge of medicine, engineering, crafts. And it is true that there are indeed advantages of unification for Vere. But Laurent sees on the faces of the Council and the more politically-inclined nobility, at times, that they know, as Laurent himself does, that these advantages are not great enough to justify gambling on such a radical change. It is the same, Damen tells him, with the kyroi.

With the common people of the two kingdoms, the kings take a different approach. An unlikely romance between enemy princes makes for a good story, and tales spread across the countryside with little effort on Damen and Laurent’s part. Before long, seemingly every village poet and traveling minstrel has their own version of the story, all of them full of battles and adventure and heart-wrenching sentimentality. The common people of Akielos and Vere know the truth: the kings are bringing the kingdoms together out of love. It’s easy to become invested in their love story. It’s easy to hope for it to have a happy ending. In the north of Vere and the south of Akielos, where the common people can safely assume alliance will have little effect on their own lives, that’s for the most part enough to build broad support for the kings’ plans.

For the people who live near the border, things are a lot less abstract. The border people have the strongest opinions, both in favor of the alliance and against it. Some are very glad of the chance of a lasting peace. Some are very, very nationalist. But the people of the border are also the closest to the court at Marlas, and thus have the greatest opportunity to see the alliance working, the joint court working. Laurent and Damen are optimistic that distrust and resentment are declining in Delfeur, that casual interactions between Akielons and Veretians are on the rise.

It will be difficult to build enthusiasm among the nobility for full unification, Laurent knows. He considers, some days, whether it was a mistake to attempt to present them with compelling practical reasons. There is no logic-based way to convince them, because unification is not, at its heart, a decision rooted in logic. He imagines sometimes what it would be like, to tell the court that he is going to unite Vere and Akielos because he is madly in love. The idea is amusing, and in equal parts frightening and tempting in its vague transgressiveness. He’s not really sure he can carry off such a thing convincingly, for all that it is the truth: he has not yet lost his reputation as icy-blooded. And if he could convince them, well. He has only barely lost his reputation as petty and selfish. He would not like to give the court reason to once again heed his uncle’s words.

Still, he and Damen have undeniably learned the importance of emotion in politics. When it comes time to transition from alliance to unification, they plan to draw upon the reservoirs of nationalist and expansionist fervor that had persisted in Akielos and Vere for centuries and had been cultivated so strongly by Theomedes and Aleron. The dream of empire still sleeps in each court. Damen and Laurent plan to wake that dream, to persuade their people that in unifying with their historic enemy, they are not losing their national identity but becoming part of something greater. Returning to a former greatness that was always their destiny.

“And then some meddlesome baron will probably come up and start lecturing you that restoring the Artesian Empire for the first time in a thousand years is increasing the incidental expenses of tax collection by six and a half percent,” Damen says, trying to hide his smile.

“And it would serve me right, too, I suppose you mean,” Laurent says, smiling too.

* * *

“A trying day, love?” Damen asks when Laurent enters their chambers one night, as Laurent had somehow known he would. Laurent’s posture, he fancies, is straight-backed as ever, but Damen can always spot the tension Laurent tries not to show.

“Lords Becquet and Merault and Lady Daumont still oppose the new legal code,” he says, hand absentmindedly beginning work loosening the laces on one sleeve. Damen has crossed the room already, is starting work undoing the laces on the back of Laurent’s jacket. “They’ve got the ear of Councillor Mahiet, and I fear they may convince her to change her mind again and withdraw her support.” As king, Laurent no longer requires the Council to approve his actions, but their support is still important to lend his policies an air of legitimacy.

“Their objection was that there was too large a difference in penalty for violent and non-violent offenses?” Damen says, and Laurent sighs.

“So they claim. I met with Merault and Daumont today to discuss their objections, and they have little real interest in amendments or adjustments. Their real objection, I suspect, is that the proposed system is too Akielon.” It’s a setback, and against the background of the ongoing situation with the Toutainais nobles, a disappointing one.

The proposed legal code is, by design, neither excessively Akielon nor excessively Veretian. In cases where Veretian and Akielon laws had been too disparate to be blended smoothly and retain any kind of internally-consistent logic, there are sections with distinctly more influence from one country or the other. But care had been taken, both by the kings and their advisors in drafting the overall structure of the code and the bureaucrats who had written the actual language, to create a system that prioritized neither country’s existing laws.

They had also sought to create a system that was more modern, easier to understand, and more just than the existing systems, with the unfortunate result that some new policies originating from neither Akielon nor Veretian law were occasionally mistaken for additional foreign influence.

“Too Akielon,” Damen repeats. “If only my nobles felt the same way.” Laurent lets out a sigh that is half laugh.

“It’s a thornier problem to solve,” Laurent says. The legal code needs broad support in order to succeed, from the thousands of nobles, mayors, town headsmen, and bailiffs who will be responsible for following it as they mete out justice across two kingdoms. “For many of my nobles, any Akielon influence is too much, and no amount of reasoning will convince them that I am not being somehow taken advantage of.”

“The problem is not that the code is too Akielon-influenced, only that they perceive it to be so,” Damen says, musing. He lifts the open jacket from Laurent’s shoulders.

“You want to make a spurious proposal so that I can publicly shoot you down?” Laurent guesses. They’ve used this maneuver and its inverse before.

“It’s worked pretty well in the past.”

“We need Akielon nobles to support and enforce the new laws too.”

“Yes, but the code seems more popular there at the moment. The nobility appreciate the simplified approach to entail and inheritance laws. And Veretian influence in the new code has effectively lowered Akielon agricultural taxes.”

“Yes, I suppose if your spurious proposal is an attempt to keep your nobles’ taxes high, avarice will temper their resentment of me somewhat,” Laurent says. A pause. “It may still make you look weak at your own court, for a time.” It’s becoming easier for Laurent, to admit his own weaknesses, to ask for help, but it’s always hardest when that help comes at a cost for Damen.

“I’m not worried about that at the moment, not so soon after destroying that pirate haven that was menacing Isthima.”

Laurent is silent for a while, considering. “Well then, I will await your proposed changes with pleasure and profound skepticism,” Laurent says. Damen laughs, and they continue getting ready for bed.

“And Damen?” Laurent says, after they’re tucked under the blankets together. “Thank you.”

* * *

Laurent does lose the support of the Toutainais nobles. Damen loses the support of the kyros of Kesus and much of the nobility from Aegina. Sometimes almost as concerning as the supporters they lose is the supporters that they do have. They each have untrustworthy allies—people whose power at court they would very much rather minimize, but who throw themselves into organizing support for the alliance in order to try to make themselves essential. Chelaut, who is far less innocent of the regent’s plans than he would have the court believe, retains his council seat by making himself one of the earliest and most vocal supporters of the alliance. In the same way, Damen finds himself publicly overlooking Heston’s former support for Kastor’s faction after Heston begins work organizing support for stronger ties with Vere.

For each mote of progress they make towards unification, it sometimes seems, there is another trade-off or setback. Mostly they weather the challenges well together. Often, the challenges bring them even closer together. They learn more about each other’s strengths and weaknesses and manners of thinking, grow to appreciate each other more, learn to rely upon each other without question. But there are nonetheless times when they struggle to understand each other’s point of view, days when they bicker constantly about one policy or another, days when they fight bitterly about them.

Worst is when distance or work has kept them from really seeing each other for days or weeks, and then a fight ruins the long-anticipated time they do have to see each other. On days like that, Laurent hates the unification project for stealing so much of the time he and Damen might have spent together, and then poisoning what time they have left.

There are times when Laurent has been alone in Arles or Marlas for so many weeks or months he finds himself settling into routine, finds himself growing half-convinced that he could be content like this: Ruling alone. Living a quiet, useful life, returning each night to empty rooms with a book for company.

And sometimes, Laurent finds himself thinking that if this could be enough on its own, maybe unification won’t be worth it. Maybe it would be better to leave things as they are, the kingdoms apart but at peace. For him and Damen to rule their separate courts, lives simpler without the constant uphill struggles that come from strengthening the alliance. To use the leisure that uncomplicated reigns would bring to see each other a few times each year, their time together limited by distance but unmarred by stressful days and fights over policies and strategy. Perhaps that could be enough. Perhaps that would be for the best.

And then he sees Damen again, and knows that this is worth it. A lantern may be considered bright in the darkness, Laurent thinks, but it would never compare to the sun. The contentment he might have had with an easier reign alone is nothing compared to the happiness he has ruling alongside Damen. Anyway, it’s not in his nature or in Damen’s to turn their back on a commitment once made or a challenge once taken on.

In the darkness of the Ios palace baths, sleep deprived and dehydrated and losing blood, Laurent and Damen had made a choice. Now, with ample time to consider, in the comfort of study and council chamber and throne room, they make it again and again and again. It will be one kingdom, someday.

#captive prince #Lamen Week #Lamen Week 2021 #this was supposed to be a one shot #and then I kept coming up with more politics to add #and that's why it's two weeks late lol #my post

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irrfahrer · 4 years

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Wookiepedia on Lightsaber Crystals beside Kyber!

Original Texts can be read Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, Here and Here , Here , Here and Here! Adegan Crystals Adegan crystals were commonly used by Jedi as a main component of a lightsaber. These rare Force-reactive stones were primarily found in the Adega system, though a fair amount of these crystals could also be found on the planet Halm. Other known locations where Adegan crystals could be found included Mygeeto and in parts of the Cularin system asteroid belt. The Force shared a special connection with Adegan crystals and it was through their use that Jedi created a bond amongst themselves, the Force, and their weapon. This trait caused the Adegan crystals in a lightsaber to give off a weak Force signature that could be sensed by any Jedi. The mephite and pontite variants of Adegan crystals, which produced the best lightsaber blades, were similar in structure to Ilum crystals. This caused some to use their names synonymously, though crystals from Ilum were much more common. Ilum presented to the Jedi Order entire caves full of high-quality crystals, while Adegan crystals were even rare in their own system. This led to Ilum crystals being the most commonly used lightsaber crystals amongst the Jedi up until the Great Jedi Purge. Most Jedi Padawans underwent the ritual on construction of their first lightsaber at Ilum. The vast majority of lightsaber crystals from Ilum were green or blue in color and, though they were not connected to the Force like the Adegan crystals were, all of them had the special properties that made them ideal for a Jedi's weapon. When induced by resonant frequencies, the crystals emitted powerful bursts of light, and further components of a lightsaber harnessed this power into a rod-like beam. Obi-Wan Kenobi used an Adegan crystal in his first lightsaber. During the Cold War, the Sith Empire discovered a way to utilize Adegan crystals to create a stealth armada. After the execution of Order 66, the Galactic Empire banned possession of all crystals capable of use in a lightsaber. Kathracite was the most common form of Adegan crystal, followed by relacite and danite. These crystals didn't focus energy as well as their rarer cousins, and thus were usually reserved for use in training sabers. Mephite was a typical Adegan crystal used by the Jedi. Pontite was the rarest and most powerful type of Adegan crystal. Nearly impossible to find, it resonated with a powerful aura that cooled both skin and temperament. Hurrikaine Crystals Hurrikaine crystals were deep blue to violet lightsaber crystals from the planet Hurikane admired for their unparalleled beauty. When used in lightsabers, they created blades that were very good at penetrating defenses. In 58 BBY, a young Mace Windu was sent to Hurikane on a mission as a Padawan. In exchange for helping the stone-encrusted native species, Windu was given a handful of the rare amethyst Hurrikane crystals, which he used to create his unique electrum lightsaber. The Windu's Guile crystal was later named in honor of the Jedi Master.

Eralam Crystals Eralam was a type of lightsaber crystal once mined on the third moon of the planet Erai, though orbital bombardments by ancient Sith forces against the moon made them very rare. If they could be found, Eralam crystals produced a clear, superior lightsaber beam. Its mineral form was known as eraladium. Kunda Stones Kunda stones had many practical applications in lightsaber construction, medicine and communications. The use of these stones as a lightsaber focusing lens created a broader beam that allowed the wielder an increase in blaster bolt deflection. Kunda stones also reversed the effects of Pacifog.

Rubat Rubat was a type of crystal used in the construction of lightsabers, also known as lightsaber crystals. The planet Phemis was the only known source of rubat. When placed in a lightsaber's crystal chamber, rubat sharpened the appearance and definition of the blade, allowing its wielder to easily track the blade and strike opponents properly. The crystal would also help its wielder attack faster.The use of rubats was controlled by the Galactic Senate, and later the Galactic Empire. The Jedi Order exclusively used rubats before switching to crystals from Ilum. Blackwing Crystal The Blackwing Crystal was an unusual lightsaber crystal. When used in a lightsaber, it produced a dark, smokey ash blade. There was a collection of these crystals in the caves of the Quarantine Zone on Dathomir, which was guarded by the Undead rancor. These crystals may have been a product of the Imperial bioweapons Project I71A Codenamed "Blackwing".

Kohlen Crystals A kohlen crystal was a type of crystal known only to be found on Pijal's moon. The structure of the crystal was extremely similar to that of the kyber crystals used within lightsabers, although their nature was fundamentally different. They were extremely rare, even more so than true kyber crystals.

History: Pax Maripher detected a cache of these crystals on Pijal's moon and believed them to be kyber crystals. He hatched a plan to mine them with his associate Rahara Wick in the hopes of turning a massive profit for having discovered a massive cache of kyber crystals previously unknown to the Jedi Order, which used them to power their lightsabers. The two, particularly Maripher, were disappointed when they discovered that while the crystals appeared exactly the same as kyber on the macro level, microscopically they were completely different. The difference between the two led Maripher to later designate them as "fool's kyber." According to Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, the crystals also possessed the same heft as kyber, and even some vibration with the Force.Jinn and his Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi discovered the two with these crystals while on a mission to investigate terrorist activity on Pijal and its moon. Their investigation later led them to discover that a group known as the blackguards had been using the crystals to create a type of personal energy shield which was impervious to lightsabers. They later discovered, however, that a lightsaber powered by one of these crystals could produce an unusual low-powered orange blade which was capable of slicing through the shields. Meanwhile, Maripher, realizing that he could not profit from selling the crystals to the Jedi, sold a number of them to Meritt Col, a Sector Supervisor of Czerka Corporation, for a sum large enough to both upgrade their personal freighter, the Meryx, and take a long vacation.The crystals were ostensibly referred to in an ancient prophecy made by a Jedi mystic which stated that "When the kyber which is not kyber shines forth, the time of prophecy will be at hand." Though such prophecies had long been generally disregarded by the Jedi as a whole, Jinn had long held a certain fascination for the prophecies, though he had come to regard them as largely metaphor. This, however, combined with a vision granted to him through the Force, led him to once again come to a literal belief in the prophecies.

Synthetic Crystals A Synthetic lightsaber crystal, commonly referred to as a Synth-crystal, was a type of lightsaber crystal that was artificially created, rather than naturally formed by geological processes. Due to the methods used in their creation, they were often formed with a red coloration, though they could be made with any color through special manipulations of either the creation process or the crystal itself, often through the Force, such as the green synth-crystal that powered Luke Skywalker's second lightsaber.

Specification: Though synthetic crystals were ordinarily unsuitable for use in lightsabers, the Sith discovered that they could create synth-crystals that were energized, magnetized, and modified with the power of the dark side of the Force in special furnaces, causing the crystal to glow in harmonic vibration. As a result of their artificial origins, synthetic crystals created more powerful lightsaber blades and could be more easily augmented. Also, their common usage by Sith and other Darksiders after this discovery caused synthetic crystals to become something of a staple among such groups, and their use among Jedi was strongly discouraged. Most synthetic crystals were red, a result of the forging process, and often times the initiate's intentional manipulations, as most individuals who utilized synthetic crystals were Darksiders. The red-hued lightsaber blades generated by such crystals were often nicknamed "bloodshine blades". The crystal's ability to change to reflect the intentions of the creator could be said to foster a stronger bond between the resulting lightsaber and the wielder. However, synth-crystals could be made in any color, requiring only slight adjustments of the creation process and special manipulations through the Force during the forging. Creation: Synthetic lightsaber crystals were manufactured within a machine known as a geological compressor. The original purpose of the compressor was to replicate geological conditions on distant worlds in a laboratory setting, and it was easily adapted for creating synth-crystals; simply replicating the geological processes that create crystals. The raw materials that the crystal was fashioned from were easily accessible, simply being minerals with a high carbon concentration. The raw minerals would be placed within the machine and essentially left to bake for a period ranging from twenty-four hours to four days, during which time, the initiate creating the crystal would meditate on it with the Force, guiding the formation and increasing the potency. This level of control over the formation process allowed initiates to create crystals that best suited their needs. Variations of the Synthetic Crystal : In addition to the numerous colors synthetic crystals could be fabricated in, there were also variations in the crystals themselves that affected how they focused lightsabers blades. Standard- A standard synthetic crystal was created through the successful replication of the geological structure of natural crystals. Standard crystals set the baseline for synthetic crystals in general; they generated a more powerful lightsaber blade than natural crystals, and often demonstrated a red coloration, though that was easily controlled. In fact, synth-crystal blades were so powerful that they had the rare potential to "break the blade" of standard lightsabers by overloading the energy matrix and instantly burning out the other lightsaber. Though this happened extremely rarely, it was a known and frightening possibility in combat. However, synth-crystal generated lightsaber blades were in general less maneuverable than the blades generated by natural crystals, and were generally more unstable. Compressed - Compressed synth-crystals were a result of a failure to accurately replicate the natural geological process that formed crystals. The result was a crystal that was far more compressed than natural crystals, causing the blade generated to be considerably thinner than standard blades. However, a byproduct of this thinner blade was that it allowed for greater precision and control. In addition to a thinner blade, the other visual indicators for a blade generated by a compressed synth-crystal were oscillations of energy that rapidly ran along the length of the blade at regular intervals. Unstable- Like compressed crystals, unstable crystals were the result of the initiate failing to accurately replicate the natural formation processes of crystals. The blades generated by unstable crystals were obviously more unstable than the norm, causing the blades generated to crackle with energy at erratic intervals, sometimes causing sparks to fly or streaks of electrical energy to run along the length. Due to the energy sparking from the blade, unstable synth-crystals caused more damage than normal when they hit enemies. However, they were much more prone to shorting out, causing the lightsaber to deactivate for a time.

Durindfire Crystal The Durindfire gem was a precious crystal found on the planet Tatooine.Few Durindfires ever left the planet, though some were bought and sold by the Galactic Empire to help finance the Death Star project. The Alliance to Restore the Republic was able to pinpoint the Empire's various development sites by tracking the movement of these gems, and additionally used this information to uncover the origins of the TIE Phantom Project.A Durindfire gem was key in adding a distinctive silver sheen to any lightsaber blade. This stone was traditionally used by the Jedi of the Halcyon/Horn family. Jawas used Durindfires to make lenses to protect their sensitive rodent-like eyesight from the bright sunlight. Most of other inhabitants of Tatooine, though, didn't know the value of these gems, found in the desert sands, and thought them to be worthless.

Kryat Dragon Pearl Krayt dragon pearls were concretions that could be found in the bellies of krayt dragons, a species of large creatures that could be found on the desert world of Tatooine. Those pearls were exceedingly rare and valuable. The former senator Johhar Kessen, a notorious big game hunter, regarded a polished krayt dragon pearl paperweight as the ultimate trophy on Tatooine. In 9 ABY, a group of Tusken Raiders found a pearl in the corpse of a greater krayt dragon. Krayt dragons had a very long lifespan, and during the course of their life, would ingest stones to assist in digestion. The corrosive digestive fluid would break down and eventually dissolve the rocks. Rarely, a stone would contain a kyber crystal that would remain in a beast's gut being refined over the life of the dragon until it formed a smooth, small sphere. Because the pearls were formed from kyber, they could be used in lightsabers. A lightsaber equipped with one of these pearls emitted a very powerful and destructive blade that emitted a howling sound when ignited.

#inspiration #BLESS WOOKIPEDIA #I LOVE IT #i know I have already settled on Ziv later having a Blackwing crystal but..rubat would fit her too #@sithdestined thats for you :D

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fowlerconnor1991 · 4 years

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What Is Reiki Healing Uk Portentous Ideas

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The Polaroid

by Keziah Cinco

December 24, 2017

Martin

"Martin, come here! We're about to eat!"

"I'm coming, mom!"

I was sorting my books at my little library until I saw a wooden chest. Inside it was a necklace and a vintage book from the ‘50s; it was a rare one dad bought for my birthday. As I opened it and smelled the crisp, aged, yellow leaves of the book, two Polaroid photos with a note fell to the floor.

They were square-shaped Polaroid photos of me and her with a note on it. Looking at them, I saw thin black scribbles through the white part. I knew it was her. It was her final message.

All of a sudden, the Polaroid became a time warp. As I glanced at it, I once again felt like going back to my preteen years with my life outstretched before me; how all the memories that lied between my present self and my past innocent self were unfolded, how everything became possible and how impossible it seemed that meeting her would take me across these few years to why I now sat with my heart aching, eyes moist (though those no longer made me weep as hard as before). If I just stayed at home playing video games with my friends that day and we had never met, then how would I be now? Surely, I wasn’t certain.

My name is Martin and my life, perceptions and choices – everything changed when I met her.

As I read the note in the Polaroid photo, I once again heard her voice; her sweet, rich, warm, and thick Western accent that was a melody to my ears.

+ + +

November 10, 2000 Martin

I was strolling at the Southern park, finding a bench, while clutching my Sherlock novel given to me as a birthday present by my dad. A slight breeze rustled through the leaves, making them fall to the solid ground piece by piece. The air was warm, the rays of the dim sunlight glowing on my fair white skin. Various colors, kinds, and sizes of flowers sat and concealed huge portions of shiny and fresh green grasses and mosses behind the protective fence. The pathway was clean, only a few patches of dirt and litters with random rocks could be seen in some spots. I saw a few children pacing everywhere and parents having small talks, smiling from ear to ear. I saw morning joggers go back on track, sprinting like there was no tomorrow.

As I was sitting down, an effervescent friend whose name was Alan approached and invited me to play with them. However, I wasn’t paying attention because I was intrigued by a girl walking behind him in a blue dress who kept staring at me. I ignored her at first, but as seconds passed by, her stare became more mysterious, making me want to know more about her.

Her long, prickly, and intense auburn hair flickered like flames in the light of the faded, beaming, gloomy, yellow sun that surrounded the park. Her tiara was made with brass that was curved and filled with crystals that twinkled like stars around her head, accentuating her chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. A small brass-caged white moon hung around her neck.

I politely declined his invitation and felt his pang of disappointment towards me. I usually play with them.

As Alan left to play with them, I started to follow the mysterious girl. I soon figured out where I was heading towards: the downward slope of the park where nobody bothered to visit because the people of this town said that it was haunted. One time, a girl of my age went here and, all of a sudden, vanished.

I assumed this park was her kind of place because of its absolute tranquility. She was alone sitting on the swing suspended on the big, aged tree on the downward slope of the park because, as I've said, nobody bothered to visit here.

The old wooden swing was stationary and there was barely even a soft whisper from what leaves remained on the late autumn trees. The little mists of rain and the little glow of the sun soon melted and, at the same time, heated the crisp leaves that slushed under our footsteps. Without it, she might not have dared to enter for fear of giving her position away.

The mist had finally stopped and the yellow sun kept shining while the wind blew stronger.

I could see she was shocked when she saw me. I stared at her for a few moments as well.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi." She seemed shy, and something made me want to know more about her.

"W-what's your name?"

"Allie."

"Why are you here? Aren't we supposed to be only staying in that part of the park?" I asked as I pointed the upward slope of the park from afar.

"Because nobody goes here. I was all alone until you came," she answered coldly.

This was how everything started. I was really bad at starting conversations, but we made it work.

We started to talk about random issues and rants and realized we had something in common. We were both peculiar in our own little ways. We enjoyed each other’s company.

"I like your necklace and tiara. They really looked good on you. You looked like a princess," I complimented.

As I was listening to her stories, I was not able to check the time and I forgot I needed to go as soon as possible for we needed to visit grandmum.

"My da-"

"Oh snap! I'm sorry; I need to cut you this time. It was really nice meeting you but I really need to go home," I cut the conversation quickly.

"It's fine, bye," she said.

"I really had a good time with you, mate. Goodbye."

I ran as fast as possible.

+ + +

November 11, 2000 Martin

From that moment, I always went to the park in hopes of seeing her again.

She was there, sitting at the swing once again, a ray of sunshine painted over her face in front of me.

"So, where do you live?" I asked.

"Just a few blocks away, but that doesn't matter," she answered.

"Why are you always here? Don't you go to school?" I asked.

"I can't. Enough questions about me, let's focus on your life," she said enthusiastically.

"One last question: favorite color?"

"Blue," she answered.

She was patient, kind, sweet, and mysterious. We talked about everything that was happening. We went outside the park for the very first time. People laughed whenever they saw me talking to Allie. This was one of the reasons why I hated the world. They never deserved her.

I wondered why they always stayed away from me.

While walking, I slipped out an old camera of mine and took a photo with her. I told her to write something, yet I never understood why she wrote that. I asked her why she wrote that and she never even said a word about it.

She always answered, "You'll know why, sooner or later. When the time comes..."

I never understood what that meant.

"Perhaps we could meet again on Friday? I can't see you tomorrow; I need to do our school project. "

"I'll see you in front of your house," she said happily.

"See you in five!" I replied.

I might have seen it coming if I paid attention. I was too busy spending and cherishing my moments with her to even notice the change, although we were too innocent and young to feel this.

Suddenly, she became my best friend, someone who I quickly missed whenever we would part ways. My moods would shift whenever she was with me. Her little quirky self soon became my favourite thing, easy to discern her mind-set in their absence. Her green eyes that turned to turquoise in the dark penetrated my soul and every time I saw something green, it reminded me of them. Her laughter was my harmonic tinnitus; it kept me up all night, replaying her voice and seeing her in my thoughts. I craved for our solitary moments, where she opened up and ranted. At the same time, I felt dread when she told me that something peculiar was happening.

+ + +

November 20, 2000

"The night before I saw you, I saw a shooting star in the sky. I made a wish one last time, and it came true."

Martin

I was slowly waiting for the time to tick to five. What I did was to wait near our stairs, delicately hand crafted from the finest oak. The smooth and elegant finish of the stairs and the poles forged from the finest mahogany were built in the most enchanting way. It was simply beautiful.

Suddenly, I heard mom talking to someone. It couldn't be dad because the voice was different.

I went halfway downstairs and saw a doctor.

"Ma'am, Martin has schizophrenia," the doctor diagnosed.

"I'm sorry, but h-how?" Mom asked worriedly.

"It could be judged from the way he acts and the way he changed when he met that friend.

That imaginary friend," the doctor concluded.

I felt my blood boil and rush and my nerves stiffened. My thoughts were a mixture of anger and confusion.

I went back to the room to get the only picture we had and proved to mom and the doctor that she was real.

"She's here, mom! Look! She's real!" I showed the photo, pointing where she was.

"Martin, please! What's happening to you? She isn't there. Are you high? Have you been drinking or taking drugs?" Mom asked.

"She is real!" I protested and insisted.

I went out and saw Allie standing in front. I called and pointed her to Mom and the doctor.

"Mom, it’s Allie. She's the one I've been telling you about all this time," I introduced.

"Where, Martin? Where?" Mom asked.

The blank, emotionless expression swept over her face as the realization that the time had finally come. The fear, guilt, and sadness altogether seemed to rise behind her eyes. Like a caged animal, she laid there, paralyzed by the tragic feeling of guilt and all the mixed feelings she had. She closed her eyes and gazed down into fields of nothingness. She felt the water creep out of her eyes, cascading down on her cheeks as she started to run away.

I wondered why she ran away and I didn't want to fail in proving she was real, not an imaginary friend. All of a sudden, everything became strange. She became a stranger to me. What happened? Was she real?

The sun was soon fading, creating new shadows and dark patches around me. The wind wailed between distorted trunks, carrying the sickly stink of wood rot. I moved faster, ignoring the briars that caught at my jeans, the damp leaves that grimed my skin, and the croaking sounds that got louder.

+ + +

As Martin went near their place, he looked away from the darkness and saw a shadow emerge from his rear, a shadow so slender, familiar, and flawless; as if the the heaven, using a faultless sand, molded her the silhouette of one exempt from flaws of humanities.

He quickly turned his head and there she stood, light emanating behind her, as an angel who had just descended from the realm of divine. She was in her blue dress, accentuating her pale skin tone and freckles, wearing the same tiara and necklace she wore the day he met her.

She slowly moved her way towards him, seeing the tears bursting. He told her to calm down as he wrapped his arms around her.

Moments later, he was able to see her face more clearly. It was calm, more composed this time. She had that majestic and beautiful type of calmness, as if she, accepting their fate, now only lived to cherish their final moments.

+ + +

Allie

"I wanted to see you one last time. I wanted to show you my world and feel it with you, so that I can live in the course of this life seeing you in everything that I hold dearly."

My one last wish was granted.

The time had finally come. I shouldn't have been friends with him.

However, I laid my eyes on you the moment I realized you saw me. All of a sudden, you became my best friend. I craved for our solitary moments, where you opened up your world to me. At the same time, I felt dread knowing my secrets will soon unveil once he got to know me more.

"Martin, why don't we make a promise that we’ll be friends for life?" I suggested.

"Sure, but how are we going to make a pact?" he asked.

"Well, I have a suggestion. Here." I handed him a brass sword that I had since when I was young as we went to the seaside view of the park.

"And what are we going to do with this?" he asked.

"See that horizon? Tell me what you see."

"Everything."

"These are the things that lie beyond what we can't see, but they will always be there. Step closer and you'll see more of it. You tend to step closer to see more, but you don't have to. It's always there, whatever lies beyond," I said as I looked away and turned to him. I met his gaze.

"Nothing stops here, Martin. Beyond us, infinity meets infinity."

"It's there." He closed his eyes as he nodded.

"To what lies beyond." We cocked our arms back and threw our tiara and sword with all our might, throwing them as far as the direction of the horizon.

"Now whatever happens, they'll always be there. They're with whatever lies beyond eternity."

"Eternity?" The word left his lips with such a sweet taste.

"Eternity," I assured as I closed my eyes and smiled at him.

+ + +

Martin's mom called the cops to help her find her son who ran away after confronting him with his diagnosis. All of a sudden, she knew where to find him: his place.

The rattling wind blew though their hair, directing them over their shoulder. With a turn of her head, she felt the scenery change, as if someone had set a new wallpaper. The park became the woods as the sky became darker and roaming insects of various sizes and colours flaunted through the land of green, the embedded and untouched trail running down the center of the alluring woods.

+ + +

Martin

We went back to our place.

It was a peaceful night, a silent one. We had found in this little bubble a safe haven, away from everything, an escape from reality; a perfect place to admire the beauty of the world.

We leaned on the big tree at the middle of the downward slope of the park. I turned towards her and saw her slowly close her eyes as a grin curled on her lips. I would never know what those eyes saw in those stars, but I knew she saw something majestic in them.

As I stared into the starry sky, I heard my father speak to look out to the stars whenever I missed somebody, felt lonely, or wanted someone in the near future, because stars had the potent power to tell them how much someone loved them.

"Stars - they are powerful. Never ever doubt their power. They will never abandon you, so when it is impossible for you to profess your love, tell them, and they'll speak of your love for you," my father had said.

I closed my eyes for a moment and, once again, stared and marveled at their resplendence. I believed in their power as much as I did before.

"Tell them, and they'll speak of your love for you," his voice echoed in my thoughts once more.

I looked at her. She was still gazing up. I turned to the stars once again - my good friends - and whispered to them all that I wanted to say to her. After I whispered, I opened my eyes to a beautiful sight of glistening stars. I whispered a small prayer, hopeful they won't fail me.

I turned my head slightly. To my surprise, at the corner of my eye, I saw her looking at me.

I grinned. Her turquoise eyes sparkled as they always did even in the daytime when her eyes became green. She allowed my gaze to get into her eyes. For the first time, she opened up her world and let me see who she was.

I leaned closer, not knowing what to do. My heart started to beat faster, no fear now to behold. For a moment, in front of me lay the most beautiful thing I could have. I closed my eyes as I inched closer.

I soon felt her breathe, and my heart stopped. I took a deep breath and slowly moved closer, close enough for the tips of our nose to touch and waited for my forehead to gently touch hers.

A few beats of my heart. I leaned closer and finally, our lips touched. As I paused, I felt her lips press against mine.

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes first. Her eyes were still closed and an enchanted smile formed on her lips. I placed my hand on her cheek. She moved my head slightly towards me as I leaned closer again.

"Martin!" A blinding ray of a flashlight was pointed at us.

+ + +

Certain that he was mistaken, Martin looked to his side once again, but she was gone.

"No... This can't be... Where are you, Allie?"

Beside him were the remains of an unknown kid, with two pictures of Martin and Allie together and a note below saying, "You found me, thank you" and the other saying, "I'll always guard you."

The cops were able to identify the remains. It was the missing girl who had vanished in the downward slope of the park ages ago.

The cops showed Martin a photo of the deceased girl and she resembled Allie.

He now understood what she had meant.

He was thankful for he finally found a purpose to live and interact with people.

+ + +

Febuary 20, 2001 Martin

I stayed away. I tried to get over from the fact she was already gone, from the fact that I wouldn’t see her again. For months and weeks after that, I tried my best to block my thoughts of her, to not think of her in everything that I did and encountered. I tried to think and accept her as one that was unimportant, nonsensical for me to value, an object of nonexistence, a perfect illusion. God knew how I tried to forget her, unlove her. To learn to love again what I once did before I became anew.

And yet there I was again, desperate for any ray of sunshine, any glimpse of true happiness that I could only obtain from seeing her. I loved her, and I could not undo it. As much as I tried, I could not unlearn it. But I didn't learn to love her. She touched me with her pristine heart and I would always be hers. And as much as I wanted to revert back to my old, innocent, and ignorant self, all of the beauty of this world that was ignorant, nevertheless, of all that I missed in the bliss of life, ignorant of the happiness that came whenever she was there, I couldn’t. I needed her. I wanted to be open to sense the reality of the majestic world, to see it through her eyes, to feel her divine soul, to ever feel that perfect bliss I desperately ached for.

+ + +

January 15, 2018 Martin

The sun was shining. I once again visited our place. I wish I could wear shades to obscure my eyes but that would be as good as a blindfold today.

This side of park became open to everyone after the solved mystery of a 12-year-old girl. I saw a mixture of some children walking, young adults, middle-aged and old people, quietly chit-chatting and drinking tea while having a picnic with their loved ones.

It sat there, it did; with its long, creaky, rusted poles, it set a memory in motion. This was our favorite place. She was the only one... The only one I knew who could bring such vividness to a dull place. Now, as the thick wind tussled with the chains of the swing and the trees as some of its leaves fell and followed the various directions of the opaque breeze, I started to think that maybe her spirit still lingered here. Maybe - just maybe - in the afterlife, she'd still love to hop on a swing.

This time, I was the one who sat here, hoping to see or, at least, feel her once again. I held her necklace.

And so she did by blowing the wind that touched my skin, and I saw my 12-year-old self playing and dancing with her beneath a starry night. As I saw my naïve self with her, I sat at the swing and laid the sunflowers and Ecuadorian roses I bought on the ground, near our place where the stars professed my love to her.

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The fate of an entire galaxy is a heavy burden. Two is unbearable. Sometimes you need someone to help hold you together.

A brief moment between Ryder and Vetra, set after Sara Ryder unlocks the last of her father’s memories. Cut for major plot spoilers. F!Ryder/Vetra. About 1,900 words. I had a lot of emotions after this point and literally had to stop playing the game for the night to figure out how Sara would sort through them.

Sara ran.

She ran from her Hyperion quarters and to the cryo bay with her heart in her throat and tears welling in her eyes. They stung, but she kept moving. She ran to Scot, to her mother, to her past and future all mixing up into one. But more than anything, she ran away. Her mother was alive, and the rest…

Well the rest would have to wait.

But now she’s not running. Now, she’s alone in her room on the Tempest. Tears threaten her again but she inhales deeply and wills them away, begging the tightness in her chest to release. Now, the silence is overwhelming and the wondrous expanse of space stretches out in every direction she can see. Once, centuries and more lifetimes ago than she can fathom, people referred to this as the ‘vast nothingness’ of space. But Sara knows better. She’s been there. She’s seen so much. She’s technically lived for over six centuries now and in two galaxies. Space is not nothing, it is everything.

And it is crushing her.

The rail she’s sitting on gets uncomfortable after a span of time she long ago lost track of and Sara slides to the floor, inching ever closer to the edge so that all she can see are stars. Beyond all the tiny, flickering dots of raw power, her home…

“Sara?” Vetra’s voice floats through her senses, normally a caress that soothes Sara in an instant, this time in snags on something inside, silk caught on coarse dried out skin. Sara hadn’t even noticed the door sliding open. There’s a familiar tremor in her girlfriend’s subharmonics, a tone she’s only heard once, down in an abandoned mine what feels like ages ago.

Without turning to greet her, Sara tries to speak but feels the clench of a sob coming and only manages a weak grunt in response.

The clack of Vetra’s boots on the cold metal floor are slow but sure. Other, softer noises penetrate the silence followed by a heavy thud and when she comes to take her pace next to Sara, her hard, uninviting chest armor is gone. Any other day, any other time, Sara would lean in and curl into the perfect, warm curve of Vetra’s body, the smooth fabric of her under armor a slight tickle on her neck. And she would smile, relax, and just breathe.

Today, she stares at the vast nothingness of space.

“Avitus called me.” Vetra says as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Sara loves her just a little bit more. “Said you missed the pathfinder’s meeting. They didn’t really get anything done, since it was your meeting and all. Asked me to check on you. Said you weren’t answering your coms or emails. For some reason he thinks I have an inside line.” She pauses to look over and actually turns off her visor. “Don’t know where he got that idea.” There’s a hesitant smile on her face, and her eyes have that light in it that only seems to show up when she’s looking at Sara.

Sara pulls her knees up to her chest, and looks away. The tightness in her lungs is spreading through her arms and legs until her hands are even starting to clench uncontrollably.

“Sara..” the tremor of fear and worry comes back stronger than before, even though the tone of her actual words is an attempt at levity. She runs a gentle hand through Sara’s short hair and the first, real cracks in her resolve to keep it all in start to splinter. “Sara is this the inevitable breakdown we joked about shortly after we first got on this ship?” Vetra’s voice lowers, matching the seriousness of her subharmonics. “Because if it is I can get Lexi. I’ll stay with you the whole time but…”

“No!” Sara jerks her head up, a single defiant tear escaping. “No.” She says quieter this time. “I’m not.. not like that anyway it’s just...”

And for once, Sara can’t find the words. She’s always so quick to have a response, knows exactly what she’s going to say, how she’s going to handle something, even if it doesn’t alway turn out to be the best. But now she’s lost.

Vetra’s arm slips around Sara’s shoulder. The weight of it, of her, of her love… it’s almost too much.

Another tear escapes and with it a soft, defeated sigh. “Vee…” She turns to finally look up at her, “I know we’ve talked about home before but, have you ever had those thoughts, the maybe one day or what are they up to that just kind of, stick around?”

“What is this about, Sara?”

“I can’t…” Sara turns away again. She can’t tell anyone. She didn’t even tell Scot. But it’s so heavy, and it hurts so much. Thoughts of home have always flickered in and out, flashes of day dreams here or there and not ever given a second thought. Energy spent on things she already knew she couldn’t find answers to or achieve was a waste of time. Besides, this galaxy was her home now. And more importantly, Vetra was her new home.

It’s just that she’d never had such solid evidence of the futility of every fleeting wish before.

“Whatever it is you can trust me. I love you, and I’m here to give you whatever you need.”

Their eyes meet one more time and suddenly it really is all too much.

In a burst of energy she didn’t know she had left, Sara tells her everything.

She tells her about her father’s memories, about her mother dying and having to relive those moments so vividly she wanted to scream. Then about her father, and his fixation on a cure, on SAM. Without even a breath she moves on, to the benefactor and the mystery she still has to solve about Jien’s death, to the fact that her mother is fucking alive and in Andromeda with them. Vetra’s mandibles flare in shock when Sara says this, but isn’t given a chance to respond, because then Sara’s tears break and start to flow freely.

Reapers. Shepherd. War.

“...it’s gone, Vee. Vetra, it’s all gone. Even if we could go home there’s nothing to go home to. And the worst part is is that it didn’t happen in some distant future from what we left. It happened to our friends. To our families… and I can’t tell anyone. I… I haven’t even told Scot.” Sara’s chest is convulsing with the strength of her tears and she can’t stop it, not now that the damn has broken.

Vetra takes a deep breath, pulls Sara to her in a tight and possessive embrace, and lets her be broken.

By the time Sara can take a breath without a hitch in her chest she’s sitting in Vetra’s lap, curled against her chest and letting the quick flutter of her lover’s heart beating soothe her mind. There’s something else mixed in the sound, harmonizing, soft and subtle, and when Sara shifts it disappears.

“Thank you for telling me.” Vetra is weary, but soothing. “Thank you for trusting me.” She kisses Sara’s temple, a light, but lingering pressure.

“I don’t know what to do, Vee.” Sara lays her head back down against Vetra’s chest, this time sneaking her arms around to hold on too.

They are silent for a while, Vetra’s mandible’s shifting in the way they always do when she’s lost in thought. It’s a soft brush against the top of Sara’s head and she steals a moment for a private, sad smile at the familiar sensation.

“Months ago, I think it was just after we realized the outpost on Eos was going to really be okay and you gave some cheesy speech on the Nexus, I remember Liam making a comment. He said, ‘I think the Pathfinder’s middle name is Hope.” Sara looks up at this, curious to where Vetra is going with it but doesn’t interrupt. “I thought he was serious. Didn’t know it was an Earth joke until I caught a glimpse of your tags and asked him. But after a while, even if he was joking at the time, I realized he was kind of right. You bring hope with everything you do to make things better, sure. But you also lie, manipulate, and stretch truths so that everyone around you will continue to have hope as well. Not only that, but you do the dirty work that brings it, you have done things that give you nightmares - and don’t think for a second I don’t know exactly what each one is about - all for the sake of giving our people, all of our people, the best, safest place to live. You make sure they don’t have to fear for their present, and can focus on a better future.”

Sara nods slowly. She has done all that and more. “That’s my job.” She protests, however weakly.

“No. That’s who you are. But that’s beside the point. My point is is that you do all this and are almost single handedly holding up the hopes and dreams of an entire galaxy…”

“Thanks for the reminder.” Sara tries to bite out with sarcasm but it comes out weak and almost sad.

“Another entire galaxy is a bit much to ask of even you. No matter how amazing you are. So…” Vetra smiles and presses more assuring kisses into Sara’s hair. “That’s where I come in.” Vetra cradles Sara’s head, holding her gently and keeping her eyes locked on Sara’s. Her fingers are making slow and pleasing shapes against Sara’s scalp. “From what you’ve said - the warnings, the messages, the alerts - it does all look very bleak. But they were fighting, Sara. They hadn’t lost yet. You haven’t given up on this galaxy yet, don’t give up on them either.”

“I don’t know…”

“Have faith, Sara.” She interrupts with a hint of severity. “That someone out there was fighting for them just as hard and relentlessly as you are fighting for us.”

Sara’s body starts to shake again, just the slightest tremor. Eventually, she nods, giving in and letting go. She closes the gap between them and gives Vetra a fierce kiss as the tears begin once more. When she stops and takes a breath, she lingers, leaning in so their foreheads rest against each other and continues to cry.

These tears are softer, quieter than the chaos that came before. They are the ones that come after the storm, when you can still vividly remember the pain, but can start to finally look at what’s left to rebuild.

She doesn’t know if it’s just knowing that she doesn’t have to carry this alone, or that somehow, when they’re both ready to face this and actually talk about it, she knows they will face this unknown together, but Sara already feels immeasurably better. She’s not good, she’s not going to be good for a while.

But Vetra is here. And Vetra has already proved time and time again the she will hold her up when she can’t do it herself. That she’ll be there, that they’re in this together.

Vetra is at her side, holding her close, and Sara is not okay, but she has hope.

#tori writes things #my stuff #mass effect #andromeda #me:a #ryder/vetra #sara ryder #Sara is SO so young #she is strong #and she holds up well #but some things hit you in unexpected ways

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Teaching approaches: Seymour Bernstein, Marianna Prjevalskaya and Karen Magruder

With gratitude to our mentors who light a path of learning with love, inspiration, knowledge, commitment and enduring patience.

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SEYMOUR BERNSTEIN http://seymourbernstein.com/

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My intent in teaching is to make the pupil better than they are by leading them through musical and technical obstacles and helping them find solutions right there at the lesson. From the very beginning I know that progress will be painfully slow if the pupil can’t read with some degree of fluency. So I assign sight-reading exercises as a primary function of each lesson. For starters, they are forbidden to look at the keyboard. The object is to find any interval or register without looking, the way string players find every position on their instruments while looking the other way. Many of my pupils who could not read fluently, eventually make amazing progress.

Playing with expression is priority number 1. All scales, arpeggios and exercises must be programmed musically with specific dynamics. If pupils disregard interpretive marks in their scores, I am tough and loving at lessons. I tell pupils “A wrong dynamic is like playing a wrong note.” I impress upon each pupil, gifted or not, that the only way they can communicate a musical feeling is by making a physical connection to the feeling. In a sense, feeling must be programmed into the entire body—into every muscle, and every gesture. Of course this happens in stages over a long period of time.

Since each pupil is different, the approach must be flexible. For example, pupils who play perfect scales may not be able to play a slow theme with any sense of conviction. So why practice scales all day? I prescribe slow movements of Sonatas and slow pieces in addition to virtuosic pieces, which they do easily. Musical pupils who fumble on every technical passage must make physicality their prime focus. With such a pupil, I often take their arms and hands and manipulate them in order to give them the proper sensation.

Such pupils practice lots of scales and various technical methods, such as Czerny. For pupils, specifically adults, who have little time to practice, I always assign one technically demanding piece in their repertoire. It is forbidden for pupils to tell me “I’ll work it out at home.” All problems are recognized, analyzed, and worked on right there at the lesson until the pupil achieves the task at hand.

In short, lesson time is supervising practicing with my pupils. They recognize the process and then are able to practice productively at home. All lessons are recorded so that pupils can recall vital information during the interim between lessons. In all cases, being able to do something that they hitherto found impossible ignites a joy within pupils that transfers to their very lives. In return, my joy is double to theirs.

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MARIANNA PRJEVALSKAYA http://www.prjevalskaya.com

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Throughout my career I’ve worked with students of diverse ages and abilities and have seen them at different stages of their lives and educational trajectories.

My pedagogical method is first of all to approach students as individuals, developing a flexibility of teaching strategy based on a pupil’s needs and interests. As a piano teacher, I try to recognize what areas require particular attention and development, and in accordance, I assign appropriate repertoire that addresses these needs.

I also keep students’ preferences in mind, trying to find pieces that they will truly enjoy working on. However, this does not mean that I’ll let them play only works by Chopin, or those from the Romantic period just because they feel a stronger connection to this type of music. From my perspective, stylistically diverse repertoire enriches the soul, expands knowledge, and contributes to a musician’s growth.

I also believe that knowledge of music history and theory is indispensable to a full appreciation of a composition’s meaning. Therefore, my pedagogical intent is to build a solid foundation that nurtures a convincing interpretation based on harmonic, structural, and stylistic understanding.

To this end, we often analyze music during our lessons. Students need to be receptive to harmonic changes; feeling colors; appreciating the many details of articulation, phrasing, so they will have full access to the emotional content of a musical composition and be able to play it expressively. If these ingredients are fully integrated, students will feel inspired and they will enjoy pieces that initially were not interesting to them.

In this particular cosmos, I’ve noticed that picking the right repertoire for my students has become as tricky as making my own repertoire choices, especially if preparation for various competitions is involved. Regardless, a good teacher has the responsibility to choose repertoire wisely, to draw on students’ strengths and to consider what will ultimately realize their full artistic potential.

Technique

I do believe that scales and different types of arpeggios are an indispensable foundation. To this effect, I require students to play scales in all keys in contrary motion, at a distance of a third, sixth, tenth, along with twelve arpeggios from the same note, broken octaves, etc.

In addition, I assign etudes by Czerny, Moszkowski and Clementi that provide a good start before moving on to Chopin, Liszt, Scriabin and Rachmaninov.

While working on technique and repertoire are always valuable, one has to remember that a healthy body is equally important in our profession. Therefore, I spend adequate time talking about how to use our body efficiently– sharing some stretching exercises that I practice on a daily basis. In this endeavor, I want my students’ muscles to be as healthy as mine.

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KAREN MAGRUDER http://www.beginningpianostudios.com

I believe in approaching most technical difficulties by rote long before we hit them in the music. When we find it in the music and it is easy to play because they already know how to finger it, I point that out and say aren’t you glad you already know …. We start out with simple versions and go to the not so simple. When they are advanced and have many technical things that they know, we rotate through them weekly so they do not forget. The technic supports the repertoire.

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Thank you to our three contributors to this blog! I welcome an array of thoughts, comments about piano teaching, philosophies, and methods.

from Arioso7's Blog (Shirley Kirsten) https://arioso7.wordpress.com/2019/08/13/teaching-approaches-seymour-bernstein-marianna-prjevalskaya-and-karen-magruder/

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