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bluecollarmcandtf · 21 days

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Total Customer Service

My hotel famously caters to the whims of each and every guest, so I thought I'd highlight the insights of some of my staff. My "unique" recruitment process has helped me acquire an army of hard-working uniforms who are guaranteed to serve! Hopefully, this glimpse will make you want to book a visit...

(Josh) The Bellhop

I love this job, but sometimes it kills my back! Who would've thought that being a porter would wear down my body more than hard labor ever did? Don't get me wrong: I'll gladly work here forever, but most of my days aren't a walk in the park. Honestly, none of them are.

When I was a construction worker, I got paid to be outside and occasionally hammer in a nail or two. My crew was pretty notorious for just standing around all day. We were doing that when my current boss approached us. I don't remember exactly what he said, but before I knew it, we were dropping our tool belts and hardhats and following him back to the hotel!

He hired me as a bellboy, so now I offer any guest the service of lugging their suitcases up to their rooms. Since I'm just staff, I obviously can't use the elevators, (those are reserved for the guests) so I carry their things up the service stairs in the back of the building. The temperature in the stairwell is always hot as hell, so I rarely end a shift without sweating through the pits of my uniform jacket. It sucks, but the AC is saved for spaces that make guests more comfortable.

Most of the customers are pleased to see me working so hard anyway. I'm usually panting by the time I deliver their luggage to their rooms. I'll always offer to unpack their things: it's a part of the hotel's five-star service.

Then I wait and see if they need anything else from me. A lot of times, I'm the first employee the guests are able to interact with, so they're usually pretty excited to take advantage of the "all-inclusive" service our hotel is famous for.

Some of them are shy about it at first and some of them are demanding from the get-go, but I'm always happy to do whatever they ask. Even if I don't particularly like what I have to do: it's just a part of the job...I love this job...I love my boss...I love that this work is my life...

(Bill) The Housekeeper

Part of me cringes every time I get a look of myself in a mirror. Sure, I'm proud to be a housekeeper, but it's a real change of pace from back when I was a financial advisor. Part of me is nervous to think I could run into someone from my old life: a former colleague or an old customer perhaps. I'd still clean their room the same of course, but I can't help but wonder what they'd think of me while I did it.

I used to manage the hotel owner's finances. That's how we met. He persuaded me to grow his hotel as much as I could. It became an obsession of mine, and I'll have to admit that I tossed all my other customers to the side to focus on him. It was a bit out of character for me. I'm not really sure why I did that. Anyway, I was spending so much time at his hotel instead of my office that he offered me a job.

I can't recall his pitch, but it must have been a convincing one, because I dialed up my old former boss and quit. I just didn't want it anymore! It didn't even bother me that the only vacant position was in housekeeping!

I took it immediately.

I love cleaning up the messes our guests leave behind. Thinking about that is what gets me out of bed everyday, which is no easy feat since my shift starts at four in the morning. No matter how messy, gross, or bizarrely sticky a room is, I just love to get on my hands and knees and scrub every inch for them.

The best part is when a guest comes back to their room to find me making their bed or cleaning their shower. I can tell they're always pleasantly surprised to find me there.

I just keep my head lowered submissively like I'm supposed to and wait for them to take charge. They always do. Here at the hotel, us employees are completely at the customer's whim. I'll do anything they tell me to...I want to make them happy...I want to serve them...I want to obey.

(Donavon) The Waiter

Who knew waiting could create such awful migraines. I work in the hotel bar, and every day is a new storm of hungry and entitled mouths. Each table has someone who isn't happy with their meal, and they love to express their discontent in the most ridiculous ways. Sometimes it's a glass of water in my face. Sometimes it's a slap on the ass, but it's always followed by a roar of laughter!

Usually, every guest in the restaurant joins in like it's all one sick joke.

I'm not used to being treated this way. I used co-own a nearby gym, and I always made it my mission to foster a welcoming culture of respect and familiarity. I know "the customer is always right," but sometimes it is a hard fact to swallow.

The hotel's owner helped me learn that. He approached me one night at the gym and pulled out this weird swinging medallion...

I don't remember much of what he said, but I knew I had to abandon my gym. I left my wife too. We were happy, but I couldn't work here and have other commitments.

That's how I got started waiting tables. I'd never done it before, but it's not hard when I'm constantly being told what to do. Between the customers and the boss, I spend the entire day running around fulfilling orders; table six wants more wine, table nine wants their food cut for them, table twelve wants a foot rub... you get the picture.

It's all pretty typical stuff for a restaurant, I think. The customers get full control over me and the rest of the wait staff. However, it does make serving food a little difficult at times. Last night, we had to work overtime because this one guy kept making full use of us waiters. A good chunk of my evening was spent under his table, so I had to sprint afterwards to catch up on everyone's food.

It might stress me out, but I try not to let it bother me. I'll put up with their abuse and treat them with the utmost respect like a good waiter should. I don't mind being groped and fondled by virtually every customer as I pass. Part of our service is complete access to the staff. They can do whatever they want to me...they can have me do whatever they want...they deserve that treatment...I'm meant to give them that treatment...

(Ricardo) The Kitchen Staff

This job sucks. It's the truth, but I don't think I'll ever leave. The kitchens are so steamy and uncomfortable that I constantly think about walking out and getting a breath of fresh air. Still, my hands keep scrubbing countertops and chopping vegetables.

Sometimes I think of my life before I worked at this hotel, back when I was just an aimless twenty year old hanging out at the gas station. I had so much free time then. Now, I spend every waking moment in this sauna of a kitchen getting splashed with grease and oil.

Everything changed when that stranger came up to me and my buds one day. He talked really slow and dangled this weird necklace in front of our eyes. If I didn't know any better, I might think he was trying to hypnotize us!

Obviously, that's not what happened.

He was just offering us work. He made me realize how much I needed to work. I have to do this job! I need it! All my buddies agreed too. Some of them had jobs, but they didn't mind. It's been awhile since I saw them since I'm stuck down here in the kitchen. I think one of them might be a pool boy or something? I don't remember. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's more enjoyable than washing dishes down here.

The only break we get is when a customer comes in the kitchen.

One of them burst through the doors last night. We could all tell he'd had too much to drink, but that didn't change how we treated him. Like always, me and the rest of the staff stopped what we were doing and straightened our backs out of respect. He stumbled around, licking his lips as he looked us up and down. He wasn't afraid of groping us, which any guest is more than entitled to do.

Eventually, he got to me, burping in my face before covering my mouth with his slobbery lips. I'm not gay and he had a rank odor of beer on his breath, but I wasn't going to tell a customer no!

Before long, he was ordering me on the floor and crawling on top of me. The other chefs and kitchen staff got back to work, but I was left with the responsibility of keeping the guest entertained. I'd describe it as gross more than anything. I think he might've even pissed himself, but an order is an order.

His demands were the ridiculous kind only a drunk ass would make. Still, I did everything: no matter how uncomfortable, sick, or degrading they were. That's just the expectation for employees at this hotel...we are here to serve them... I'm here to serve them...I am at their whim.

...so now you understand.

My hotel is famous for its "uniquely unlimited" customer service. Stay here and you'll always be right. You'll always have someone to pick on, laugh at, play with, or use.

Get familiar with anyone that catches your eye. I can assure you that all of my employees are handsome and thoroughly conditioned. Order the waiter to pour your food over his head; tell the housekeeper to do a little dance; command the bellhop turn around and bend over. They'll do it all, and they'll thank you for it.

So what are you waiting for. Book your next vacation with us! I promise you'll enjoy meeting the rest of my staff...

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bunnyswritings · 1 year

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ur blog is soo helpful !!!! ive been looking into writing more lately and this is like a godsend <3 i was wondering if u could do some starter tips?? like stuff to avoid as a new writer :o ps. hope ur having a wonderful week!!!

ahhh, hello!! this is such a sweet message, and thank you, i hope you have a fruitful week ahead too ♡ i'm so glad you're writing more lately- i'll def do my best to provide some starter tips (though i'm really also a starter myself 😅 so i hope you like these, and feel free to let me know what you think!) also, just to put it out there that these are what i found helpful personally / what i think will be helpful, and may / may not resonate with everyone. Also, this topic is soooo broad and there are a million things that can be covered, but for now I'll just keep it short and go with stuff to avoid (or rather, approach differently) as per request. if you / anyone else would like another post for more specific writing tips, feel free to drop it in my ask box!

Some general writing tips — stuff to avoid; little things to not overdo

over-planning

overusing fancy vocabulary

over-describing

over-criticising your work

over-comparing

more details under the cut!

Over-planning — plan the general outline, direction of your plot, message of your story, characters and their rough personalities; yes, do all that well! good planning makes for a good story, but i think it's helpful to remember that sometimes things don't pan out the way we envision them to. and it's important to let certain things go, appropriately of course. if your initial storyline doesn't quite fit the characterisation of the protagonist etc (and vice versa), then perhaps it's time to rethink things — and NOT be too hard-up about it. [tldr: be flexible!]

Overusing bombastic vocabulary — i'm sure you've come across millions of writing advice pieces that aim to spruce up your vocabulary with bombastic phrases. by all means go ahead and pick a few that fit the mood and style of your writing. otherwise, i'd say that sometimes, less is more. throwing in fancy words for the sake of it may not be as helpful as you think. there should be a fine balance between using words that add flavour + help to illustrate nuances and using words to make your piece seem complex. simplicity goes a long way, as i've learnt. but having said that, building up a solid repertoire of vocabulary / good phrases is always helpful, the key thing is using those phrases in the right context. definitely easier said than done, so i suggest reading your favourite author's works couple of times through and pick up their way of using language to their advantage.

Over-describing — narration, descriptive language are great, and can really help to nudge your story in the right direction. it helps set the scene, the mood, and all these are critical in writing... BUT! not the same can be applied to describing actions. not every single action has to be written out explicitly — an example: she walks over to the kitchen, turns around, and opens the refrigerator. she then takes out a canned drink, and places the drink on the countertop... etc — you get the point. some things can be left implied, rather than explicit.

Over-criticising your work — ahh, the age-old piece of advice. i do it all the time, and you probably do too... sometimes, being harsh on yourself and on your work may seem like the only way to better yourself and push your limits, but often times, i personally find that this is counter-productive both on the physical and mental front. it wears you down, it is a nidus for dejection and negative vibes. i think the way i try to get round this is by taking pride in my own work; telling myself that 'this is something i wrote, these are my ideas put into prose, these are my thoughts written on paper'. the caveat here is that avoiding being over-critical of your work DOES NOT and should not mean avoiding proofreading. proofreading is extremely crucial to check for grammatical and structural errors (i recommend doing it once or twice yourself, and if possible, getting a fresh pair of eyes to do the same).

Over-comparing — this ties in nicely with the previous point. take pride in your work! this is something original from you and you only, written in your unique style. having authors/writers whom you look up to is essential in moulding your writing style and habits, but should not be the sole focus when you write. remember that every writer is different, every piece of writing is different; this goes even for pieces with similar plots / tropes / character personalities. nuances, subtleties and underlying messages can come through very differently when written by different people. after all, our life journeys are all personal, which is a factor influencing the way we convey messages across through the written word.

and... that's it for now! i really hope that this helps. honestly, i'm scratching the surface here, and there are lots more i can talk about when i have more braincells >_<

feel free to drop any other requests or questions in my ask if you'd like ♡

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soso-chan126 · 11 months

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Ahkmenrah x fem! reader "Heimat"

I'm incredibly bored and watched some Night at the museum. Than it just happened that I thought a little bit (is indeed a rare process) and well I thought I could write a little oneshot for the pretty pharao. I couldn't help myself soo yeah. Btw the reader is in this oneshot from the time of the 20th century and to be more specific (is it written that way? idk well if not I am counting on all of you that you're going to tell me if it's right or not) the reader is from the time of the second world war and well there may be some topics that can trigger people. So I will put a trigger warning at the beginning. But well maybe not I'm not sure what I will include and so on and I also don't know how I make the reader so yeah... I will just go with the flow and write for my hearts content (not sure if I can put it that way). So before the beginning I write a quick definition for the word "Heimat". Ouhh and my little to long author notes are those little mini textes.

Heimat (german): "a place, where someone was born and grew up or is there long enough to have a feeling of being at home (is mostly a word for a place (and sometimes someone) that (or who) someone has a very special connection to)

translated out of the "Duden" can't say it's the right translation to the definition but well if someone of you has a better definition that's in english I'll gladly swap that with this one if you don't mind.

Well let's go then! ahh... btw I write about a female reader so yeah... if you want another one with gender neutral or a male reader ask right away and then I'll write it as soon as I can! I am not a native speaker so well it certainly has some errors and I'll correct them if you tell me where some are. Thanks and let's go!

TW: mentions of the holocaust, death, national socialists and some of the other stuff about the 2nd ww and also swearing but only lightly and once if I'm not mistaken

You have been warned. Reading on your own... I forgot the word. Eh... something like concequences ig but I'm not sure. It's way to late for writing tbh. And if you don't want to read the stuff with the 2nd ww then just skip the background. I will mark it for you guys.

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Everyday I remember my cruel death. I am nothing but a little wax figurine that just resembles my once very much alive self but I still have her memorys. Even though I am only made out of wax and don't even have a real brain. She was a hero for a lot of people even though she was only a little artist that wasn't much known. She lived in nazi germany so she knew what was going on in germany. Even more because one of her friends worked for the terrifying camps. He told her a lot of things proudly and most of them weren't allowed to be told to zivilian people like herself. She took advantage of the knowledge and used it for her art. She showed the terrors of the war of the holocaust of everything.

She also started to try to change the world for the better and so she came into the view of the regime and their corrupted forces. She was able to trick them but well her luck ran out after she helped a spy of the united states. The spy learned a lot of things from her that were cultural differences between the two countries. With her help he was able to keep hidden. To his luck he looked also like a "typical german" probably had ancestors that were german people. However that was a reason why spys of the allies were basically searching for her so that she can also help them. She was bad at denying the need for help of other people. The spys that resided in her humble home also found out that she hid two jewish families in her house.

Europe and germany were her so called "Heimat" she looked up to Stefan Zweig who also saw europe as his "Heimat" or his home. But well his works were forbidden in germany thanks to the national socialists. She was enraged to find out that her favourite author isn't allowed in her home. But she couldn't give a single shit. She still had the books of him that she once bought. She hid them well. They always tried to find something so that they could arrest and torture her. Well she wasn't allowed to draw anymore and that was a problem but she never stopped with helping others out.

Then someday one of her neighbours told her off to the ss. They came into her home and found everything the spy who resided with the young woman and also the jewish families, the forbidden books and her forbidden art studio. Also the books of different languages such as english, french, japanese, italian, spanish and much more. She learned them all and can speak some of them fluently while the others were a little rusty but good enough to communicate decently. They caught her and they also punished her. And their punishment was the reason for her death. She was a strong woman who helped as much people as she could by sending them off to other countries or hiding them and teaching them. The spy was also tortured and died right next her when a bomb of the english army fell onto the building they were in. He apologized to her but she told him that it wasn't his fault and that she decided for herself to walk on this path that was hidden in the darkness without any sight of light. She wanted to bring light into her home, her "Heimat". But she lost it and she pobably never gets it back. Well that's what her dying self thought but that wasn't exactly true.

~End of backstory~

She came back to life and well she is now my humble self who is a good friend of hystorical people like Sacagawea, Theodore Roosevelt and others. My personal favourite of them all is Ahkmenrah. He is a pharao of egypt who is dead like most of us. Makes sense right? And well he kind of is more to me. I certainly don't know what I am for him but he is more than a friend. I think it's enough to say that I have kind of a crush on the handsome egyptian man. Well okay it's a big crush to be honest.

Everytime when I have those nightmares about my death he's there to help me. I'm very thankful to have him. Even though I'm quite sad that I don't know about his feelings for me.

Well my little thoughts about my past and current situation were interrupted by hand that waved in front of my face. I blinked twice and mumbled a little "Wa?", that made him chuckle. "You were very deep into your thoughts today. Is something troubling you?", he asked me somewhat amused but also concerned. I just stared into his eyes and shook my head indicating a "no". He just sighs and asked if I could tell him about some stories that I read. He asked for some fairy tales. So I told him some. Mostly the famous ones like "Snow white", "Rapunzel", "The beauty and the beast" and also "Sleeping Beauty".

At some point he laid down and rested his head on my lap. I stopped reading and stared down on him with wide eyes. He eyed me from his position and asked what's wrong. He wasn't like this before. Never. And this shocked me. "Nothing's wrong. But tell me why are you laying your head on my lap?", I asked with a blush that told the world how embarassed and overworked I was from the whole situation. "I'm simply resting. I was feeling tired." Well he is dead so it was kind of a miracle for me to think that he can feel tired. I just shrugged and returned still a little flustered to reading the current story.

After I finished with the story I glanced down to Ahk who still rested his head on my lap. Surprisingly he kind of fell asleep. I watched his peaceful face and felt the heat returning into my face. I may be out of wax but well I kind of can blush at least at night. Though everyone can kind of. It's cute when I see Teddy blush because of Sacagawea or the other way around. I kind of still wonder how it's possible. But well we talk about a relict that can bring basically everything to life so questioning that kind of stuff can bring a headache to someone and by someone I mean myself.

As I was thinking and staring down on the handsome pharao on my lap the mentioned man was waking up and saw to me. Catching me red-handed as I was watching him sleep. I then registered that he had opened his beautiful brown eyes and well you can guess it. I became something similar to a living tomato. He smiled widely seeing me this flustered and laughed out loud.

"Thank you for guarding my sleep! But I'm sure that the sun will rise very soon." Indeed the sky was getting lighter every minute and it's just a matter of time that we need to be on our places. He sat up but put me to a halt when I wanted to stand up. "Could you answer me one little question about a german word?", he asked looking at the young woman with great interest. "Sure. What is your question?"

"What does "Heimat" mean?" Heimat. I haven't heard that word for long only thought about it. "Well "Heimat" is similar to the english word "home" but some people might say that it has a higher meaning. It's more connected with feelings and it doesn't need to be a place. Sometimes it's a person or a thing." "Hmm can you tell me if my usage of the word is correct?", he asked kind of nervous id I'm putting it right. I just nodded and he took a deep breath. That kind of makes it suspicious. Like if he's going to confess or something. He wouldn't right?

Then he grabbed for my hand and said "(Y/N) my beautiful little desert flower. You are everything to me and my "Heimat" is wherever you are. Eh.. could you tell me how I say in german that you're my "Heimat"?" "Du bist meine Heimat", I answered in a trance like state. "(Y/N). Du bist meine Heimat*" I teared up after he said that. "Du bist auch meine Heimat, Ahk.**" He caressed my cheek and kissed me slowly. It was a cute kiss that showed all his emotions for me and of course I reciprocated it as soon as I was out of my trance.

"I love you", he mumbled lowly while connecting his forehead with mine. "I love you too." He is my "Heimat" and I'm pretty sure he'll always be. Well as long as the tablet and the time are on our side.

What the two lovebirds haven't noticed was that the tablet had little corrosions over it. And that their next adventure is waiting for them.

Well that's it my friend's! It's really late and I'm kind of tired as idk. Especially since it's 3 a.m. And I need to go to school tomorrow like ahhhh! Am I dumb kinda. Do I have to write a class test in math tomorrow? Yes. Yes, I have to. Well that's the reason why I'm going to sleep now. So yeah. Ouh and if I got anything wrong tell me friendly if it's unfriendly I will simply ignore it. I'll make soon a masterlist and link it to this post and the other two as well. And yeah... See ya guys later!

Edited: Here is the masterlist!

Masterlist

Translation: "(Y/N). Du bist meine Heimat." -> "(Y/N). You're my home." * "Du bist auch meine Heimat, Ahk." -> "You're my home as well, Ahk." **

#ahkmenrah x reader #natm #x reader #ahkmenrah x you #ahkmenrah x y/n #fanfic #reader #natm ahkmenrah

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mysticstarlightduck · 2 days

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OC Interview Tag

Thank you so much for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks!!!! (here)

I'll go with Nimwen from Of Starlight and Beasts because I don't think I've done one of these for her yet!

Are you named after anyone?

"I was named after my paternal grandmother. My parents' marriage was severely looked down upon by my mother's side of the family, because Dad wasn't of noble birth. They decided to choose the name because it was a nice keeping my grandma's memory alive but also a little bit as a way to stick it to my maternal grandparents. Her relatives never really got over their union, and didn't rest until they got the King himself - who was apparently a family friend - to annul my parents' marriage. Her family then arranged for Mom to marry some random noble from a 'proper House' - despite her protests - and cast my father and I out of their social circle."

When was the last time you cried?

"Hmm. That's uh... quite the question, isn't it? Very personal all of the sudden, y'know (her hands squirm and she laughs awkwardly). Let's just say... I have nightmares, and some of them are more... severe than others and sometimes end up crying because of it. I had one recently. I won't go into detail about the dreams though - that's not for you to know. Only Scarlet knows, and even he doesn't know the extra gory details."

Do you have kids?

"Certainly not! I'm barely a grownup and I don't think I should be left in charge of anyone other than myself - Scarlet is always going on like (she mimics her adoptive brother's voice and tone) 'why don't you take care of yourself?' or 'didn't you think this through before doing it? Again, Nim?', so maybe I perhaps might not be the most responsible person to grace this earth. I know, shocking. (giggles). But in all seriousness, I have far too much going on in my life to even think about something like that in the coming years - unless you count my friend Syp as a kid, because he's the youngest of our bunch and is always following me like a little shadow."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"No, not really. I'm usually too nervous about hurting someone's feelings or being misunderstood in what I'm trying to say or causing a mess, to the point that I somehow end up just fumbling over my words and making a fool out of myself. Scarlet is the king of sarcasm though, he always knows what to say or how to come up with a sarcastic quip at the right timing. I'm not that lucky (laughs awkwardly). He says I'm fine the way I am and that I don't need to change to be like others, but I do wish I was more eloquent like him."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"If they're dangerous or could be a potential threat. I've learned the hard way not to trust too many strangers and still struggle with a lot of... ghosts from my past, per se, looking to strike me down so I've got to be on the lookout for anyone that looks like they could work for the King or the Royal Guard. I also notice their stance and if I can use the terrain around us to my advantage to escape if need be."

What’s your eye colour?

"Dark blue, like my Mom's! I've got Dad's long strawberry blond hair to remember him by though, so that's nice. It's like I've got a little bit of both of them with me at all times - which is comforting, and sad, and a little bit weird. But nice."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings, happy endings all the way! I hate scary stories - there's enough terror, and gore and violence and hatred in our world, why should we be subjected to those things in the very fiction that is meant to let us escape it? I hate when the other kids in our bunch start telling horror stories when we're gathered around the campfire - it usually leaves me up all night thinking about it! I know this is probably very silly of me. But I still don't like scary stories one bit and I will keep not liking them until the end of time itself because I don't like being scared."

Any special talents?

"I'm very good at hiding - when you're the daughter of someone who was executed for treason he didn't commit, you learn to hide like your life depends on it, because it really does. Scarlet has also taught me how to shoot the bow and arrow, and I'm... average at it. If I really, really focus I can hit close to the target of my choice, or even hit the target itself if I'm lucky, but if I have to do so whilst moving that arrow is missing the target by a mile. I also know how to sew and embroider, as well as play the harp, which are things my father taught me when I was a child and I haven't really done in a while, so I wouldn't know whether or not I'm still any good at it."

Where were you born?

"I was born in the city of Sylla - which used to belong to another kingdom but was annexed by Tirawen around forty years ago. My Mom comes from a long line of Tirawenian nobles, who moved to Sylla when she was a child because they were given land - a lot of land - in the conquered terrioty by the royal family. My Dad came from a local family of much humbler standing, and he'd risen in the ranks of society by pursuing a career as dyplomat. It didn't end well, as you probably already realized."

Do you have any pets?

"Scarlet has a pet hawk called Arrow! I consider it my pet as well. My brother has trained Arrow to carry messages for us and to hunt. Sometimes he also sends it to scout terrain ahead to check if it's safe for us to pass. Arrow is the most adorable, cutest little bird of prey you'll ever hope to meet! He loves snacks and always chirps happily when you pet his feathers!"

What sort of sports do you play?

"Oh, many! The other kids in our little group of 'outlaws' are always coming up with new things to spend our time doing, so I'm never bored! If anything I'm the opposite. I'm also very good at running, climbing and jumping! And as I mentioned I have a passable knowledge of archery."

How tall are you?

"I would say average height, I never really put much thought into measuring my height, but I seem to be somewhere in the middle between tall and short. Scarlet is very, very tall, so I don't think he counts as a comparison, but my height is similar to that of most of our friends."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"... I uh, didn't really get to attend any of the schools and academies of the kingdom. With the whole 'my dad getting beheaded for treason' ordeal happened when I was really young so I didn't really get a chance. But I think I would've liked to attend the royal academies - I used to love books!!! I still do, but there aren't many opportunities to read when you're living in the forests as an outlaw."

What is your dream job?

"Okay, now, don't laugh, but when I was a little kid I used to dream of growing up to be a pirate - I loved reading tales about pirate adventures and the sort, and couldn't wait to see the ocean one day. I even got a cute little pirate costume for my sixth birthday! But I do realize now real life pirates probably aren't really that nice though. Nowadays I would say my dream job is to become something like a physician or an apothecary - I would love to help more people, especially those who don't have the means to afford healing, because the kingdom all too often tends to forget they exist."

Tagging (gently, no pressure):@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @inky-duchess @late-to-the-fandom @eccaiia, @willtheweaver @littleladymab @cabbojage @lassiesandiego @little-peril-stories @oh-no-another-idea @thepeculiarbird @rickie-the-storyteller @crowandmoonwriting @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @gummybugg @forthesanityofstorytellers @doublegoblin @aalinaaaaaa @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @elshells @clairelsonao3 @anyablackwood @tabswrites and OPEN TAG

#writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerblr #oc interview #writing #my wips #writers #character writing #my characters #my writing #wip of starlight and beasts

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catt-leya · 2 years

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Public or semi-public sex with daddy rick? 🤪

Smutty May 14.05.

Do It For Me (18+) || Rick Grimes

Anon!!! This request 😫

First I thought that it would be difficult to write something like this, but shit, it was fun. The request has really done it to me…I could even imagine sometime to write a 2nd part of it 💗

Summary: After a brutal fight, Rick is so hyped up on adrenaline that he takes it out on you with no regard for those around him.

Trigger: public sex (?)

I look impassively from my friend over to the new people we met moments before.

After Daryl and Rick brought a man named Jesus to us in Alexandria, he felt us to his home in Hilltop so that we could trade among ourselves and expand our world with the survivors.

However, several problems have arisen now and to be honest, I can't imagine that we could come to an agreement.

That's why I shut down in the middle of the conversation and watch Rick without shame.

The longer I look at him, the more I realize why the 'mayor' won't agree with us. Although my boyfriend is seated, he is far too arrogant and seems incredibly intimidating. So, it's no wonder he doesn't really look trustworthy.

A soft sigh slips from my lips and immediately Rick turns to me.

It's always like that between us. He reacts to my every move and practically shields me from danger, even though he always says that he knows I can take care of myself.

Even now he scans me completely to see what happened, but I just raise my eyebrow challengingly and hesitantly he looks back to the 'mayor' who has seen Rick's look quite clearly.

The fact that it is so obvious how Rick feels about me and how far he would go often worries me.

I'm afraid that it could be taken advantage of and in the look on the slimy guy's face, I can see that he really isn't stupid and understands what Rick would sacrifice all for me.

That's why I get up and walk up to Rick and put my arms around his shoulders from behind and bend over to whisper in his ear, "I'm going out while you're still talking."

He turns his beautiful face to me expecting a kiss, which of course I give him and then disappear out into the courtyard so they can negotiate in peace.

I sit down on the steps in front of the main building and watch the hustle and bustle of the people living here.

It seems peaceful and in itself I could well imagine that we can all work together towards a togetherness, but I don't even want to think about how it will go on inside now.

I can't really gauge how long I've been sitting out here, when the big gate of Hilltop is pulled open and a big beefy guy stomps in.

The way he walks toward the main house makes me jump and I look in alarm at the door behind which my boyfriend sits completely unaware.

Without thinking, I stand in the guy's way and he looks down at me as he stops just inches from me and I pull myself together to keep from ducking my head at the sheer size of the man.

Without a word he tries to push past me, but I don't move a bit and he growls, "Get out of my way. I want to see Gregory."

I quickly decide to tell him the truth and calmly say, "You can too, once my boyfriend is out there with me."

His gaze flickers briefly before he grabs me firmly by the arm and hisses, "I don't care. Get out of my way or I'll make you."

Things are getting restless in the courtyard and that must be drawing attention from the people in the main building because the door is pulled firmly open and Gregory comes out followed by Rick and my friends.

I don't even notice what the guy says to the 'mayor' because I can only look at Rick who looks like he wants to rip the head off the guy who is still holding my arm like a vice.

I try to pull away from him but he won't let go and then I see the knife in his hand. Before I can warn anyone in any way, the guy pushes me away and I land hard on my butt and can only watch as he goes for Gregory.

It all happens so incredibly fast and it's a matter of seconds before Rick is kneeling over the huge mountain of guy and pounding away at him.

I have absolutely no overview anymore of what's actually happening and only look briefly at Daryl, who is breaking a guy's arm right now.

Unfortunately, Rick looks over at me in that second, which the guy uses to turn them both around and press the knife to my boyfriend's neck.

And suddenly it gets quiet.

Up until this moment, I've been frozen to the spot, but now I break free of my stiffness and scramble toward the two as I try to suppress my panic and say, "I was talking about my boyfriend, who I want safe."

The guy doesn't take his eyes off Rick and hisses, "What?"

Briefly Rick's eyes dart to me and I know he wants me to shut up and stay away, but I kneel down and raise both hands as I continue to plead with the guy, "I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm sure you understand that I really love the man you just put the knife to. He's my life and I'm asking you to let him go."

The look on the guy's face turns panicky as he sees me continuing to stare at him and growls, "Stay away or I'll slash him."

It's maybe a small second where he looks from Rick to me and that's the moment my boyfriend takes advantage of and jams a knife into his neck that he got who knows how.

I freeze in mid-motion and stare at the blood pouring down in waves on Rick.

Gasping, he heaves the dead body off him and hikes to his feet.

Rick really isn't a squeamish man, and that's something I love about him, but when he looks at me now with his piercing blue eyes, I unconsciously flinch.

You can see the pure adrenaline in his eyes and my heart is also pumping way too fast when he takes a step towards me and gives me his hand.

Everyone is completely frozen and as if in trances I put my hand in his bloody one so he can pull me up to him. With a jerk I am on my feet and his voice comes harshly to my ear, "Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"

Silently I shake my head and suddenly there is movement in the group again.

The people of Hilltop suddenly understand that Rick has killed a member of theirs and grab spears to go after him again.

Immediately, he pushes me behind him to get me off and pulls out his Colt.

Out of nowhere Jesus appears and puts himself between Rick and the others.

Jesus tries to relax the situation and I can just stare at Rick's beard, from which blood is slowly dripping down onto the collar of the already red collar of his brown leather jacket.

His whole body is tense and Jesus is trying to smooth the waters somehow. He really tries incredibly hard and I make the decision to help him.

Slowly I step around Rick and put my hand on the lower arm holding the gun. Immediately his eyes dart to me and he mutters, "Princess?"

I notice Jesus looking between me and Rick as I get him to lower the gun a few inches and whisper, "You've done enough already, Rick. Please don't hurt anyone else."

It's probably my pitch that gets him to holster the gun without taking his eyes off me, and I suppress the disgust as I press against his side and take his hand in mine.

Still noticing the tense he is, I stroke the back of his hand with my thumb as Jesus gently says, "Maybe we should all go back inside? Then we can talk about everything. Really talk."

Slowly, Rick nods and wipes his mouth with his free hand before pulling me behind him into the main house.

Jesus leads us to a table and immediately Rick pulls me onto his lap. I can imagine that he desperately needs my closeness, especially now, so I say nothing and lean my back against his chest.

Maggie starts the conversation and I look at her admiringly for her calm and collected manner as Rick's hand travels up my bare thigh.

Confused, I look at him, but he just looks at Maggie.

So, I lower my eyes to his hand, which slowly slides under my cloth pants, and hiss softly to him, "What are you doing?"

Gently, he pulls me higher with his other hand, right onto his crotch and I feel his hard cock under my soft butt.

In fact, he must have pure adrenaline in his veins and is totally horny now but can't fuck me.

He pushes me harder on top of him and I lift my eyes to see if anyone can see what Rick is doing.

But everyone seems to be focused on the conversation and when I look back at Rick, who now has his hand lying on my most intimate spot, you can't tell he's about to finger his girlfriend in a room full of people.

Instead of looking at me, he lowers his chin to my shoulder and starts drawing little circles around my bundle of nerves between my legs.

I could stop him, but my heart is hammering so hard in my chest with desire that I can't bring myself to stop him.

It's not like his animalistic and hard behavior hasn't turned me on either, and I stifle a soft moan as he gently taps my entrance.

So quietly that only I can hear, he whispers, "You're already wet, Princess. How come?"

I can't bring myself to say another word and claw my hand into his thigh beneath me, struggling for self-control.

Spasmodically, I fight against squeezing my eyes shut, and Jesus asks me, "Are you okay? You don't look so good. I promise you that nothing like what happened earlier will ever happen here."

He really thinks the brutality scared me off and doesn't even seem to have a clue what Rick is doing to me right now. I set to reply, "I-" when Rick presses a finger into me at that exact moment and I cover a yip with a cough and reply far too quickly, "I'm fine. I'm fine."

I feel Rick's smile against my ear as he says out loud for all to hear, "I'm sure she's doing really, really well right now."

Through his hand, I'm unable to even reply something snarky and as I briefly let my eyes wander, I meet Daryl's gaze.

At first, I don't know how to interpret it until Daryl looks down at me and that's when I know he knows exactly what Rick is doing right now and I have to bite my tongue hard to keep from moaning out loud.

When he looks me in the eye again, he raises an eyebrow and I break eye contact to rub myself against Rick's hand as unobtrusively as I can.

Unmoved, he keeps going and I notice how the moisture is now clinging to my thighs and, as Rick murmurs, "Good girl. Let me finger you in front of all our friends."

I can't help it and whimper his name and Jesus looks questioningly at us again, but Rick just shakes his head smiling and Jesus turns away again.

My whole stomach is tense and I know Rick can make me come whenever and wherever he wants. No longer able to think I start rubbing my ass against his hard cock and as a warning he gently bites my neck before hissing, "Stop it."

My muscles keep contracting around his finger, which he continues to slide in and out of me unaffected, and I gasp softly, "I can't."

In fact, it's more of a reflex than anything else and when I hear him moan softly himself, I can't help but cry softly, "Rick, I..." He interrupts me again with a, "Shhhh."

And I look at him completely disoriented and I don't care so much that we are sitting at the table with others as I uncontrollably press my lips to his and practically force him to kiss me.

I ignore the soft coughing that must be coming from someone at the table as Rick's hand quickens between my legs and he slides his tongue into my mouth. Right there it's all over me and I come pulsing hard around his finger and gasp his name on his lips.

Over and over, he murmurs, "That's it. Good girl."

And I collapse completely on top of him. I can barely move until eventually I look back at the others and the little bubble I was in earlier bursts.

Jesus' mouth hangs wide open and Daryl holds a hand in front of his mouth to hide his laughter. Immediately my cheeks glow bright red and sink even further into me as Rick proudly sits up and juts his chin out as he provocatively asks, "Something wrong?"

He pulls his hand out of my panties and really lifts them to his mouth and licks them clean while Jesus looks back and forth between him and me, "You...did you...no...you know what? I don't even want to know."

I can't believe Rick licked his fingers without breaking eye contact with Jesus and can only stare at him. Now it's impossible to cover the fact that he just fingered me under the table.

And that's the moment when Daryl laughs out loud and everyone looks to him because it's a rarity. Happy that the attention is now on him, I hiss softly to Rick, "You bet your ass you'll get that back."

Softly, he purrs, "I certainly hope so." And kisses me softly, on my still slightly parted lips.

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

#smutty may #rick grimes #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #twd #rick grimes imagine #twd x reader #the walking dead #request

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compassionatereminders · 5 months

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With the caveat that it's impossible to give truly good advice based on only a few paragraphs of context, and I realize that:

Should I try to reconnect with an online friend who ghosted me not out of malice but because they were busy and burned out with work, and spent their free time with new friends they'd made?

I used to care about them a lot and I thought it was mutual, they called me their best friend at one point. But it became the kind of friendship where we'd only have conversations if I kept reaching out to them to them, again and again. Sometimes I'd send them things 2-3 times without any reply for weeks, but the times we did talk were still good. But for the past two years they have forgotten my birthday (I haven't brought it up), and I haven't talked to them in the last six months because I got too busy to keep badgering them into contact and they never reached out in turn, and this time I just let them. I'd been keeping things going for a year or two at this point, it was miserable to feel like we only had a relationship at all when I'd prod them into it. The only reason I kept doing it so long was because they assured me they wanted to stay friends with me and still cared and loved it when I contacted them even if they didn't reply. But over time, it became very hard to keep believing that. If that were true, wouldn't they choose to spend time with me over their new friends or newest videogame? At least once in a blue moon? But they didn't. So I stopped.

I'm considering sending a Christmas card but I don't know. It is sooo so hard to tell when my feelings of hurt and resentment originate from my insecurity and abandonment issues, and when they're a legitimate reaction to mistreatment, and one I shouldn't talk myself out of. For the longest time I believed that if I stopped trying to be friends with them just because their stressful job and busy schedule made them too burned out to keep up their end, I'd be a bad friend. That if I was a good friend, I'd stick it out and try to keep being a source of support for them. I did this for several years, but it never got better, only worse. When they did have free time, they'd spend it with other people, and I don't think they even think about me anymore. I feel like a sucker. I feel taken advantage of. Whether I give up on them for good, or try to reconnect, I have no idea which one I'll regret more, and it hurts that this painful dilemma I'm in isn't even on the radar for them.

Sorry for long post.

I personally think there's a difference between ghosting because you don't care, and ghosting because you don't have the energy required to maintain a relationship. Don't get me wrong - both are allowed to be deal breakers for you, and you're not obligated to put up with either. It sounds like you've really tried to make this work for a long time without results and I completely get it if by now you can't or don't want to keep trying. That's valid and understandable. I don't blame you. But I also think that "if they don't do xyz then that means they don't care about you at all" can be an oversimplification which isn't necessarily helpful. So you gotta figure out if it's a deal breaker for you that they haven't done their part regardless of the reasons why. Either choice is a valid choice.

#chat with kat

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rockbottomwithashovel · 3 months

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In Honour of Invasion Day <3 (/sarc)

I would like to be proud of my country. I want to celebrate the culture of mateship, siding with the underdog, telling the pollies to piss off and multicultural diversity... but how can I??

How can I be proud of my country when the day we celebrate the country is the very day that this nation got stolen from the 'traditional owners'. There's already a problem with that term, see, a lot of Aboriginal people (First Nation Aussies and Islanders) see it as they belong to the land, not vice versa. I would like to appreciate Kevin Rudd's apology speech back in 2008, but not much changed, so where's the apology in that??

The people who's land I am currently writing this on deserve better than being seen as "lesser". What people don't realize is that the racism in this country is far from gone. Did you know that the stolen generation legislation didn't stop being a thing until 1969? Sounds a long time ago, right? That was only 55 years ago. My mother is older than that. Let that sink in. There are 55 year old men and women out there who were stolen from their families and given to white people for some wankery of an excuse "so they can have a better life" more like so they can be "civilized" and assimilated to our culture which we deem correct and anyone who stands in the face gets murdered, thrown in jail or worse.

I would love to celebrate, crack open a tinny, play some cricket and sing waltzing fucking matilda but that's not right. I have no rights to celebrate when fellow Australians have little rights in general and are being put in jail left and right, beaten to a pulp and left to die in prisons. And of course their deaths get covered up. The police brutality in Australia is horrific because it's insidious (I'm about to write another post about this with statistics, so stay tuned). A lot of cops around here will let you off with a warning, chilled out... but that's my experience. As a white girl who can cry tears at her "mistakes". I remember once I talked myself out of a $200 on the spot fine for sneaking onto a train, said I lost my ticket and fake cried over it (shitty move, right? But to be fair, I couldn't afford the train ticket, let alone a fine). The officers were nice, gave me a warning. But how nice would they have been if I weren't white? I'd probably have been taken in to the station even if I genuinely had been crying, bought a ticket, and lost it.

There is so much fucking racism in this country. I remember being 10, disgusted as the class threw the new, Aboriginal kid under the bus for a missing toy in the class room. He didn't steal it. We found it months later. But the hell he got as the students and teachers blamed him for it? He moved schools (Darren, if you're reading this, I'm so fucking sorry for not doing more). This system is against them. And my country, my people, have the nerve to celebrate this culture on the day that marked genocide of people who were perfectly happy just living??

Sometimes I hate being white. It's an unfair advantage and I don't want anything to do with those colonizing aka land stealing genocidal bastards, but what the fuck is the point in having this privilege if I don't use it? If Indigenous people aren't getting heard then I'll stand with them, maybe this racist system will listen to a white girl.

(Final note, you're not punk if you don't fight the system, you're a poser, if you don't stand up for people who are dying you're an asshole, if you're part of a minority and let other minorities get squashes what the fuck is wrong with you, and last but not least, if you don't have an opinion on things like this, you might want to check your privilege.)

#rock rambles #delete later #invasion day #australia day #survival day #aboriginal people #indigenous people #stand for something #boost this #tw stolen generation #tw racism #we need to talk about this #we need to do better #Spotify

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everythingismadeupp · 3 months

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A Glimpse Into the Future - Planning my TOK Essay

aka, the impossible task...

I struggled with deciding which essay prompt to use for a while. My issue with the prompts wasn’t that I didn't like any of them, but rather the opposite. I found that they were all so deep that I could think of things to write for each and every one. Let me tell you, I was driving myself MAD trying to figure out which one is best for me! But then, I realized something... if you have read my other blogs, you have probably come to the conclusion that whenever I can, I will try to talk about history. The topic that I chose allowed me that same opportunity because I knew that I could use real historical events to back up my investigation. And with that, I ended up choosing (drum roll, please!!)...PROMPT NUMBER ONE.

Prompt number one is asking the question of whether subjectivity is overly celebrated in the arts but unfairly condemned in history? So, what exactly does this mean? I found that the best way to delve into this essay was to make sure that I thoroughly understand what the question is asking me. The way I see it, essentially, this question is asking me if subjectivity is overly celebrated and praised or expected in the arts, whereas when it comes to history, it is criticized when used. I find this a very interesting topic because there are so many ways that you could go about looking at it as there is no real “right” answer to this question. My plan was to look at a very balanced approach and consider both sides. Because of taking IB history last year, we focused on a lot of different command terms, and so I was taught that the term “discuss” is to give a well-rounded view on everything that there is to acknowledge before answering the question.

My next step in planning out this essay was to break it down by body paragraph and figure out what I wanted to put in each one. So for starters, I was thinking that my introduction would start with an interesting hook. Although it's sometimes considered basic, I am the kind of person who stands by starting an essay with quotes. Something about it, to me, is just so satisfying and really helps guide the essay. So the quote that I found was, “One cannot conceive of objectivity without subjectivity.” This quote will allow me to really dive into how objectivity and subjectivity relate. This is why, after introducing the topic, I want to also briefly give a definition of the two terms. I have no doubt that whoever is reading my essay knows what subjectivity and objectivity mean, but it's still helpful just as a bit of a filler for further clarification. Then the intro will be finished off with my thesis statement – which hasn't been fully determined yet, but I think I'm going to come to the conclusion that neither should be condemned nor overpraised, but a balance should be found.

The first body paragraph will then focus specifically on art and talk about how art uses subjectivity to its advantage and how subjectivity is an important part of art in bringing out emotion and a story behind the piece. To further this, I'll give an example of a famous piece and the subjectivity in them. Following this, in the next paragraph, I will move the centre stage to history and talk about how in contrast to art, history is often presented with objectivity only. I'll talk about how historians are expected to show objectivity and no biases. Similarly to the first body paragraph, I will give some examples of objectivity in history. These two first paragraphs will be very similar.

Then, in the next paragraph, I'll turn the attention to the other side of the argument and explore where there is subjectivity in history and how that can even be beneficial. This will allow a good ending point to my essay, that will allow me to write a detailed conclusion about how a balance between objectivity and subjectivity in both history and art is the best approach. I think that if I follow this general format for the essay, it will make it very clear to the readers and allow for an essay train of thought to follow.

#tok #knowledge #TOK essay

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the-down-upside-finch · 6 months

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Find the Word Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me, @card-queen! (In this post!) (Also I really like that formatting y'all are doing so I'mma use it)

The words I must find are pit, ruin, coil, and protect.

For this, I will be using my WIP, Secrets of a Gon! (I haven't even officially introduced it yet but it's the only WIP that had all of these words haha) I'm doing long snippets because I can. Also I'm cheating slightly and counting words that are part of different words sorry afsdadsjfh--

Putting it below the cut since I already know this is gonna get long:

Pit

“I’m on the phone!” “So? Tell ’em you have to go!” I grab one of my pillows and chuck it at Oran—which lands pitifully at his feet. He leisurely bends over to pick up the pillow, his face slowly breaking into a gleeful grin. “Ven abajo”—he threateningly holds up the pillow —“¡ahorita!” “You can’t make me!” I retort. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say—because Oran instantly rushes at me and starts attacking me with the pillow. I try to defend myself with the other pillow that’s on the bed, but Oran uses my distraction to his advantage and snatches my phone out of my hand. “Hey!” “Sorry,” Oran says into the phone, “Ree’s gonna hafta call you back!” He taps his fingers on the screen and then drops the device on my lap, giving me one last whack with the pillow before he tosses it behind me.

Ruin

We almost make it through the hallways without any problems, but then of course I ruin it all by going around a corner way too fast, and I crash directly into someone, taking them and myself to the floor. “Ree!” Jog yelps, crouching down next to me. “Are you okay?” “Yeah…” I sit up, relieved that nothing feels broken. “Sorry about that,” I say to my accidental-assault victim. I flinch in startlement. It’s none other than Aaron Silver. “You’re forgiven,” Aaron says, which sounds hilarious in his deadpan voice. He winces slightly as he rolls over and pushes himself on to his knees. “That was some tackle, hon. Have you ever thought about playing football?”

Coil

“No pudding today?” Aaron and Seth glance up as I sit down at the table. Seth laughs and Aaron ruefully grins. “Not today,” Aaron says, flicking his hair back from his face. “Sorry to disappoint you.” Seth is in the middle of solving a Rubix Cube, and he spins it so rapidly that I have no clue if he’s actually trying or if he’s just kind of playing with it. Aaron has a Ziploc bag full of some sort of misshapen chocolate candies that he’s snacking on. He sees me looking at the bag and holds it out to me. “You want some? They’re carob-chocolate-covered crickets.” I recoil, kind of disgusted. “I thought not.” Aaron chuckles and pops another piece of chocolate in his mouth.

Protect

Adam’s a really sweet brother, honestly. Sometimes he takes his anger out the wrong way, like that time he punched Will Brown for stealing Abigail’s pencil, but at least he’s got good intentions. It makes me think about how Oran tried to forbid me from coming to get gelato with Tracer. He was just trying to protect me. I spot Tracer glancing towards the window, probably wondering how long I’m going to be on the phone.

I'mma (gently) tag... @k-v-briarwood, @athenswrites, @planets-and-prose, @the-grim-and-sanguine, @my-cursed-prince, and leave the tag open for anyone that wants to join in!

I'll give you guys the words admit, stride, flush, and texture!

(I'm so sorry if those words are super out-of-pocket! I blame it on being a linguist.)

#ZootaWrites #Secrets of a Gon Series #Trying to unwind after work by catching up on my tag games haha #Snippets #Also only the first snippet is from the revision doc. The other ones are from the OG draft #Tag Game #Find the Word tag game #find the word game #Also my Spanish is REALLY rusty which is also why I'm trying to be careful with revisions #Long Post

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The adventures of Santal. Chapter 16. Ilum

By revealing a secret, you strengthen trust.

A terrible accident! Master Yang Dooku, after the death of his disciple Qui-Gon Jinn, decided to leave the Order, thereby breaking his promise to take Santal as a student. Wanting to get to the truth, the girl finds him, but in the end she is driven away. But she meets the hunter Jango Fett, who made a deal with her failed teacher and gave her a strange warning…

— Are you an Angel too?

Santal was surprised. She would never have thought that someone would get to know her, starting with such an unusual phrase.

— You're An Angel. Starship pilots talked about them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They live on the moons of Iego, it seems.

— Have you read about it?

- no. I listened to the traders and pilots who flew to Tatooine. You know, I'm a pilot myself.

— You 're just…

— And I can already, even though I'm only ten.

— Wow! — Santal sincerely did not understand how a child could be so smart at just ten years old!

The newcomer was clearly different from the others. Like her in her time, he also knows life outside the walls of the Temple. But this is different. He knows more. And he also knows the same things that adults can do.

— I thought you could become a pilot only when you grow up, — the girl honestly admitted.

— No, you can do it earlier, — the boy replied with a smile. — It's not that difficult there. I used to drive racing cars, and recently I got on a fighter for the first time. Do you want me to tell you?

— Come on.

The boy began to talk about his life on Tatooine with his mother (hearing this word, Santal felt a pang of envy) and working in the shop of Toydarian Watto. Santal was surprised again. She thought the children were playing, studying, but not working. When she told the boy about it, he replied:

— When I was little, three years old, probably, Gardulla the Hutt bought me and my mother. But she lost us in the race.

Santal shuddered. For the first time in a long time, a mechanical voice spoke in my head: "We are already approaching Tatooine. Someone will definitely buy you. I'll sell it to the highest bidder."

— What happened? the boy asked.

The girl wondered if she should tell him something. Shaking her head, she answered, trying to smile wider:

— Nothing, everything is fine, — if only the boy would believe. "You'd better tell me something else," she didn't want to pull unpleasant memories. Both your own and others'.

The boy began to talk about his hobby of making all sorts of mechanical things. He especially boasted about the construction of a robot secretary, who knows many languages, for mom. And at the end he told me how he got to the Temple.

"That's a boy! Santal thought. — He's ten, and already a mechanic, a racer, a pilot. Against his background, it's like we're all going to go into the shadows." And, frankly, she didn't like it.

— But I'm a complete zero in mechanics, — said the girl.

— I can teach you.

— No, thanks. I like the other one better.

— What exactly? — the newcomer persisted.

"Anything but that.

Indeed, Santal did not like mechanics, physics, mathematics and other exact sciences at all. Therefore, she decided that having learned the simplest things, she would not take on the more complex ones. Not for any awards.

— By the way, we haven't met yet. I am Santal, — usually the girl did not take the initiative in such cases, but this time she wanted to make an exception.

— I'm Anakin.

After that, the children sometimes saw each other in between classes. The difference was that Anakin was already a padawan, and Santal was still a youngling. And it made her a little uncomfortable. Because he passed the step. Quite important, according to the older and younger generation. Someone thinks that being a jungling is shameful. But there are also advantages. Surprisingly, you manage to enjoy your childhood. Your life, despite the difficulties, was easy and carefree. And Santal was convinced the hard way. She studied, played with fellow clansmen, communicated. But that was before that fateful mission, after which everything went awry.

A month has passed since Dooku's departure, but the girl still hasn't recovered. After meeting Anakin, she returned to her apartment. She picked up the crystal left by the master, reread the note and burst into tears again.

—I thought we'd always be together," Santal said into the void, sobbing.

She had so many plans! I thought he would take her as an apprentice, they would go on missions together, and then remember with a laugh. I thought they would find her parents together. And they will be one big family. I thought, then together this Django will be piled up, then this Cade Bane will be piled up, whoever he is. What kind of name is Cad Bane? The surname is just like a Sith. And the name? How could you call your son that? I wonder what his childhood name was? Caddy?

Santal laughed at her own joke, which at least distracted her a little from her grief. The girl crawled under the blanket, not wanting to hear or see anyone.

From now on, everyday life for Santal has become gray, dull and routine. Studying no longer brought joy. As well as the end of the school day. It's over. There will be no more after-school classes. No communication. Nothing.

At first, the girl did not want to tell her friends anything, but they themselves learned from the masters. And, considering it their duty, they expressed sympathy. Santal, of course, was grateful, but that didn't make it any easier for her. What's the use of saying "I'm sorry" if it doesn't bring it back?

The masters also saw the condition of the girl, and therefore did not bother much. And Master Yoda came up and said:

"The ordeal has been too much for you, Santal Sabura. But we need to move on. Life is changeable. Like Force, it has two sides. Dark and Light. And one replaces the other forever. Mourn the past, but try to let go and move forward. You should handle it.

For some reason, these words did not make Santal feel any better. Rather the opposite. "You should handle it." Well of course. He thinks it's so easy. Forget and go ahead. To forget that you were, so to speak, betrayed. That the one you trusted broke his word.

— You said you would always help me! That you'll take me under your wing! — the girl screamed, jumping out of bed, looking at the wall.

And then she fell to her knees, dropping her head. He promised that if… Or maybe... it's all her fault? Maybe she wasn't good enough for him? Maybe I should have tried even harder? Maybe he was just tired of her, and he decided to get rid of her in this way, instead of telling her to her face?

The girl read the note again.

"It's not your fault." Or maybe it's a lie? For my peace of mind? Well, he's wrong. "You'll find a new teacher." Well, yes, of course. It's so easy to find a replacement," she thought sarcastically.

The next day, in the library, Santal again went to the alley of busts of the Lost Twenty. Straight to the bust of Master Dooku. In order to perform an almost daily ritual — to stand and look at him. Once she watched for so long until she was told that two hours had passed.

Santal's favorite librarian, Madame Jocasta, was passing by. The old woman stopped, looked at the girl with sympathy, and at the bronze bust with regret. Santal knew that the woman was also worried about the departure of Master Dooku and found it necessary to nod in response. She sighed, stood for a few more minutes and left. Today, the visit to the bust turned out to be very short.

***

"I think we should do something about it," said Master Sesi Tiin, after the Council had discussed all the pressing issues.

— What are you talking about? Adi Gallia asked.

— About yunling. Santal Saburu. She still hasn't recovered from Master Dooku's departure.

— His departure became a heavy loss for all of us, — Yoda stated the fact.

— But we are adult masters, and she is a child. She's only seven years old! Billaba reminded him.

— Any ideas? Tiin asked.

— We can try to give her a new teacher, — suggested Eet the Cat.

— No way! Mace Windu replied sharply. — First of all, she hasn't grown up yet. And secondly, I am sure that this will not solve the problem. The girl was seriously injured. And if we give her a teacher, she will constantly compare him with Dooku. And thirdly, yunling simply will not be able to withstand such tension. The new title will put pressure on her.

— So, what should we do? Gallia asked.

— Definitely should not be ignored. I propose to temporarily put the girl under the care of healers. They will help her. She will also be under more vigilant control than other younglings.

— I completely agree. Mundi nodded. — Especially since Santal has a habit of running away. And it needs to be weaned from it in time.

"Time heals, my friends," Master Yoda summed up, as it were.

***

The head of the Order was partially right. At first Santal did not want to miss classes, but she was assured that it would only benefit her. The girl spent two weeks under the care of healers. After psychotherapy, she got better, but the final "recovery" did not work out. However, Santal decided not to talk about it, hoping that it would pass over time. Gradually, thoughts of Dooku's departure stopped completely filling her mind. The girl began to be distracted by more pleasant things.

During the treatment, she could not help but pay attention to the work of healers. These fearless Jedi work tirelessly every day, refusing to help anyone. Even in small things. And what can we say about serious injuries.

Santal sincerely admired them. So much so that after the end of the course of treatment, she asked for "a couple of lessons". Neither she nor the healers suspected that this would turn into additional classes after school. From the very first lessons, the girl realized that she had a predisposition to healing. So, you can move on. Vocara Che explained to her that there are races and just individuals who are organically incapable of healing. In this case, you should not work too hard and you need to accept it.

So the void formed after Dooku was filled. Santal began to live according to her schedule again. Everything seemed to be fine again. However, sometimes the girl would sit somewhere, watching the adult Jedi, and think: "No, this is not Master Dooku." Each of the Jedi lacks something, some quality, to get the one who is needed.

Master Yoda said that there are no identical people. Well, he was right. However, as always.

A year after Dooku's departure, Santal's group, and all the Younglings, were given an excursion. In the Senate building. Or rather, on one of the floors. The organizers of this event wanted the children to learn a little about one of the most important buildings in the galaxy. We made a schedule, who will go when.

The curator of the group Santal Tera Saynube acted as a guide.

Even after seeing the building in the distance, the children choked with impatience to see everything. This is one of the oldest buildings, which is many thousands of years old! And how many rooms there are! I want to climb everything. But it was forbidden to do so. The Senate building is a huge maze. To get lost there is nothing to spit on. Therefore, after going inside, the curator strictly forbade lagging behind and going out of order. They split into pairs.

— Well, well, guys, let's start our tour. In front of us is the building of the Galactic Senate of the Republic. The massive building was more than two kilometers in diameter and several hundred meters high, with a shield-shaped dome mounted on a narrower cylindrical base.

The master talked with breaks to show something interesting. The Younglings were constantly looking around, casting admiring glances in different directions. Max walked with his mouth open most of the time. He was so amazed by what he saw. But the cherry on the cake was still ahead.

— Now we will go to the Grand Chamber of Convocation. It occupies most of the building, a huge funnel-shaped room over a hundred meters high, filled at the edges with repulsor platforms (Senatorial Boxes). In the center stands a podium, on which is the Supreme Chancellor, Vice-Chairman and Chief Administrative Adviser. All Senate repulsor platforms can be controlled from it. There are 1024 repulsor platforms in the Great Chamber. When a senator speaks, his box is separated from a special attachment against the wall and moves to the middle of the room so that all senators can see the speaker. It is here that the most important issues are solved.

"It takes too long for them to decide everything," Max replied.

"It takes a lot of time for the Senate to make many decisions, but the galaxy needs it. Our Order obeys him," said Saynube.

Santal didn't like this news. Why should the Order obey anyone? It should be independent.

— And why does he obey? — she decided to ask.

Saynube was about to answer when something made him turn his head to the left.

— Dear Chancellor.

Palpatine was walking sedately towards them with a smile on the street. The children immediately stood up straight and said hello:

— Hello, Your Excellency.

— Hello, guys, — the chancellor smiled sweetly.

The Younglings smiled back. It's not every day you can meet with the Head of the Republic. Moreover, he was extremely friendly with them.

Santal alone was uneasy at heart.

"He looks like that guy. After all, the Evil Hat also spoke sweetly to me, and he himself ... maybe this is also a bad person. Especially not a Jedi. The strange thing is that the Force does not warn of any danger. And I myself can't believe that this dear grandfather is capable of something bad. But I look into his eyes, and there's something in them that I can't explain."

At this moment, the girl interrupted her thoughts and raised her head. The Chancellor looked at her and, apparently, thought about the same thing. At least, she thought so, judging by the gaze on her.

— Santal Sabura. That's the meeting.

- yes. We've met before. You came to see us all then. Which I'm surprised about.

— Nothing surprising. I've always been interested in watching the training of a new generation of Jedi. I am sure that the chancellors did the same before me. Besides, I heard rumors that a little girl unwittingly became a participant in the Tournament. You may disagree, but for me you are the winner.

— I disagree.

The girl did not like that the chancellor unwittingly caused her unpleasant memories. After all, she was attacked that day, she was scared, but also ashamed. I still couldn't forget the face of the guy I accidentally ruined the performance for. She didn't blame him at all for snapping. She understood him. How terrible it is when something doesn't work out for you. Fortunately, in the end, the guy still got a teacher. This is good, but the name of the mentor, if it can be called a name at all, put the girl in a stupor. A dark woman. It's all very strange.

When the children entered the Convocation Chamber, they took their breath away. No one has ever seen such a huge room. Santal was even scared. The room was like a huge funnel. It seemed to the girl that she was going to fall down, so she moved away from the edge.

But Max, for example, ran to one side of the platform, then to the other.

In general, everyone liked the tour. Everyone was satisfied. Then everyone plunged back into the atmosphere of study and training.

A year later, when the guys from the Santal clan were already about nine years old, their first serious test awaited them. Out of fifteen guys, six of the best will be selected, and they will go to Ilum.

— Do you understand what this means? Max shouted. — We will collect real lightsabers!

— We know. And don't yell," Landa snapped at him.

The next day it became known who would fly. Tera Saynube began to announce:

- so. Ready for the challenge of Collecting... Max Navarre!

— Hurrah! Max exclaimed.

— Trilla Suduri!

The girl smiled.

— Daria Ossaki.

Togruta stretched her smile to her ears and even jumped up.

— Green Pine!

Mikkianka refrained from reacting.

— Landa Selmura!

Twilekka nodded.

— And... Santal Sabura!

The girl was surprised, not expecting this. She was chosen one of the best! She will fly to Ilum, the most sacred planet for the Jedi! On the most honorable and important mission — Gathering!

The departure was scheduled for tomorrow, which means we need to prepare. The guys were instructed in advance about what to take. Plus, moral preparation is required, since the task is not easy.

After collecting her things, Santal decided to study the information about Ilum, about swords and the Kayber crystal. In the book "The Way of the Jedi", the structure of the sword was described in clear and accessible language.

That night the girl could not sleep for a long time. She kept tossing from side to side. I kept thinking about tomorrow. And about unfulfilled dreams. She had thought that Master Dooku would be the escort. How many times had she imagined herself sitting on the floor, collecting a sword, and he was standing next to her and watching the process closely. Or the two of them sit and think about the details.

Then, finally, imperceptibly passed out and fell asleep. Santal found herself in a dark forest in the rain. Looking around in fright, the girl saw a dark figure in the distance, which turned out to be approaching…

—Master Dooku?" Is that you?

The mysterious figure turned around, and Santal realized that she was not mistaken.

— MA-A-GI-I-ISTR! — a loud child's cry spread like a huge wave through the forest.

The girl ran forward.

— Master… Please… Wait!

And woke up. Just in time. Looking at the clock, it became clear: a little more, and she would have been late. And they wouldn't have waited for her.

Their curator was already waiting for the six Younglings near the special ship. Five minutes later we sailed. The flight lasted four hours. To save energy, the guys plunged into meditation.

There was a blizzard on Ilum that day. Upon arrival, the younglings dressed in fur coats, put on their backpacks and went out.

"It's not a very hospitable place," Daria said.

—That's probably the whole point," Landa said.

When she reached a huge wall several kilometers long, Santal noticed that there was a circle in front of her, inside which, as it seemed to her, a flower with four petals. However, because of the snow it was difficult to see the picture completely.

"So, Younglings, stretch out your arms and focus on the Force. Only together can we enter.

The seven Jedi stretched out their arms. Someone on the right, someone on the left. Rectangular blocks began to descend, and a door with patterns and paintings appeared.

— Hurry up. The sun has risen. It's time to start.

Inside the Temple it was slightly warmer due to the lack of wind.

"This Temple is even more beautiful inside," Santal admired, looking at the columns and ornaments, monuments and statues.

Master Yoda was already sitting on the stone, waiting for them. The Younglings approached him and bowed slightly. Master Saynube stood to the right of the Grand Master.

— The force forms a Jedi physically, imposing great responsibility, right?

Everyone nodded.

— Protecting others is the task of a Jedi, — Yoda Forcibly removed his sword from his belt, put it in the air in an upright position and activated it by twisting it like a wheel. — You have to make your own sword. But first, everyone must find their crystal. The heart of a lightsaber is a crystal. He is called to focus the Power of the Jedi.

The Magister Forcibly opened a round window, from which a stream of light burst out, reaching an unusual chandelier. That, in turn, spun like a top, and then rays of light burst out from there. It turned out the sun. Two ice icicles or crystals, one large, the other small, stood up one after the other. By refraction of light, the beam passed through the icicles and shot into the top of the high ice door. The ice melted, turning into water, opening the entrance to the caves.

— To become a Jedi, you must enter the cave of crystals. Trust yourself, trust each other, and success will be yours.

— As soon as you find your crystal, don't linger there. When the light of day goes out, the door will freeze again and you will be trapped," Saynube warned.

—And for how long?" Green asked.

— One turn. And no one can help you out.

— How do we know which crystal to take? Max asked.

— Only you will know yours. Forward.

From all that was said, Santal began to get nervous. But she tried not to show it.

The guys were walking through a room with columns, the same flowers with four petals were visible on the floor. And then the tunnels began.

— What are we going to do? Trilla asked.

"It's better to stick together for now," Max said. — Just in case.

Santal was once again surprised how her friend manages to combine a noisy joker and an unofficial group leader who thinks sensibly and gives reasonable ideas. Moreover, each "mode" was turned on when it was necessary.

"If Justin were here, he'd be staring at the datapad all the way," Green quipped.

The group, passing by stalactites and stalagmites, came to a room where there were three passages.

— What's next, Guide? Landa asked.

Then, unexpectedly for herself, Santal raised her voice:

— They said that everyone recognizes his own crystal. Maybe we should try to turn to the Force? She will tell you where to go.

"Or just pair up, genius," Green crossed her arms over her chest.

— What's the matter? Max intervened.

— Why is she being clever here? I couldn't turn somersaults myself once. And now he's just an acrobat.

— She was afraid. Aren't you ashamed? — the boy angrily besieged mikkianka.

"I think she was just pretending to be afraid." And I don't like liars," Green snapped angrily. — You would have thought. It is impossible that it did not work out, and then suddenly abruptly…

— That's enough! Landa interrupted sternly. — We're wasting time!

—I agree," Green replied, looking around the room, and chose a passage in the middle. She took a couple of steps in his direction and turned around. — Who's with me?

Trilla came up to her. The rest decided to trust their intuition. Max and Daria went to the left aisle, and Landa and Santal got the right one. Dark, unlit. However, this did not frighten the girls.

After a couple of minutes, Santal decided to speak.

— Listen… Thanks.

"I just didn't want to waste precious time fighting," Landa replied coldly.

"Are you still angry?" — the girl was surprised.

Twilekka sighed.

— I'm not mad. I just... I don't know how to explain it.

— And you try. Tell me, what's eating you?

— It doesn't matter. Don't bother your head," Landa turned away and focused on finding the crystal. — Better get busy.

— good.

Santal plunged into the Force, but to no avail.

"We need to calm down. I am one with the Force. Gather my thoughts. Focus on the crystal. There are no emotions, there is peace," the girl said to herself.

Suddenly she felt as if something was calling her. Santal headed deeper while Landa examined the wall. It was getting darker. The girl was scared. How can you find something here? I can't see a thing.

Suddenly, smoke began to fall.

— Coward.

Santal jumped up and down. To her right, that uncle was sitting on a rock, crossing his legs.

— Somebody help me! Grab him! Santal shouted.

***

— Green, why do you treat Santal like that? She didn't do anything to you," Trilla asked.

— Because… I didn't like her right away. I don't know why. She initially stood out. There is some special attitude towards her. But for what? At first she was afraid of simple flips, and now she's almost the best! — mikkianka broke into a scream.

And then I realized that I had done it in vain. Icicles fell from the ceiling. Thank the Force, both managed to bounce back, but these icicles separated them. We'll have to clear the passage. Green almost cried. And all because of her! Maybe they'll never get out now.

— Green, can you hear me? Are you okay?

— Fortunately, yes.

— Are you crying?

- no.

— Don't lie. Don't be afraid. It's all good. We're alive.

Green breathed, trying to calm down. To distract her, Trilla asked.

— So what if Santal is the best? I don't care about that. I'm learning for myself.

— And I care. I wanted to be the best. Moreover, I have been in the Temple since infancy. And she knows life from the outside.

"You're jealous,— Trilla guessed.

— You're talkative today. But you're right," Green admitted, taking a deep breath. — You usually don't say anything. Why?

— I don't like to talk. I like to watch. Notice the details. Moreover, we are alone now, outsiders do not hear.

After clearing the blockage, Green noticed something glowing. It must have fallen together with the icicles.

***

— Look! Max shouted, pointing up at the stalagmite.

"I don't see anything,— Daria said.

"Of course you don't. Because the crystal is mine.

Max ran up to the cliff.

— Max, stop! It's high up there. You're going to fall! Daria panicked.

But the boy was determined not to back down. His crystal is at the end of an icicle, and he needs to figure out how to get it. Precisely! We must try by Force.

***

At first Santal shrank into a ball and covered her face with her hands, and then she remembered. Wait a minute, she's on Ilum. Which Dooku? What uncle? It looks like she was just imagining things.

— Listen, you, leave me alone! I'm not a little girl you can pat on the cheek anymore!

— What can you do? You don't even have a sword! the "vision" laughed.

— And here it will be! — Santal rushed forward and got into a bright space. Apparently, there is a frozen lake here. Looking around, the girl saw something glowing on top of the stalagmite.

- "Maybe this is what I'm looking for?" — the girl thought.

But there was a problem. To get there, it was necessary to walk on the ice. And Santal was afraid to walk on it. Dangerous. But there was no choice. And there's no time to linger, either.

— So. Quietly. Neat.

Carefully and sideways, the girl reached the stalagmite and took the crystal.

—Wow," she admired. — How beautiful. Blue. Okay, now we need to go back and find Landa.

With joy, the girl forgot about caution. I remembered only when it crunched under my feet. Without having time to react, the girl fell through the ice.

***

— It's a crystal! Green was delighted.

— Great ... — before she could finish, Trilla fell down.

— Trilla! Green was scared.

— It's all right. I'm safe. Look at that!

Mikkianka went downstairs.

— Wow. It's so beautiful here.

The place where the Younglings got to resembled the starry sky. Everything is dark, but there are a lot of glowing stars around.

— Maybe my crystal is here. — smiled Trilla. — Only how to distinguish him from others?

— I didn't think I'd say this, but... remember what Santal said? We must use Force.

Trilla stretched out her hand, closed her eyes and concentrated. Green stood aside and watched.

The advice turned out to be very useful. After a couple of minutes, one of the "stars" lit up especially brightly, flew out of the stone and jumped into the palm of a black-haired girl.

— Hurrah! We are great! — the children jumped for joy.

It's time to go back.

***

Max successfully pulled the crystal out of the stone by Force, but was exhausted. As a result, the find fell down, rolling down the slope.

— We'll have to climb anyway.

Max, like a real climber, began to climb up nimbly. Although it was hard because one arm was tired.

— Great. I have it! But how do I get down now?

Going down is always harder than going up. In the end, the boy fell off and flew down. Fortunately, Daria managed to catch him.

— Now it's your turn.

Togruta, who had been worried about her friend before, lost her nerves.

— There's nothing there! While you were looking for yours, I was looking for mine, but it's nowhere to be found! I've searched everything! — Daria burst into tears and fell to her knees.

Max was amazed. Da Ossaki, who was known for her optimism, empathy, is ready to give up.

— Daria, — the boy put his hands on her shoulders. — Pull yourself together. What's wrong with you? You're a brave and sensitive girl. You've always been an optimist. I could always cheer you up. Even now you were worried because you felt my fear. You're an empath. And I am absolutely sure that there was no case that the Jedi did not find. EVERYONE always found EVERYTHING! Let's look together.

- no. Only I can find my crystal," Daria sighed, trying to put her thoughts in order. Got up. — We need to concentrate.

***

Meanwhile, Santal was desperately fighting for her life and the crystal. In no case should he be let out of his hands! But she swam badly.

— Mom, Dad, help! — she screamed in her mind.

No! She can't die. She's just a kid. She has to come out! To spite the uncle! To spite Dooku for daring to refuse her! Although... what if it was a clone? Gathering all her strength, Santal swam to the surface and broke the thin ice by Force. Hurray! Air!

Getting ashore was also problematic. Because of the water, the ice was slippery. Santal thought she was going to fall again, but suddenly Landa appeared and helped her out.

- thanks.

— Please.

The girls walked back, hugging each other.

— Let's go back.

"Did you find the crystal?"

- yes. When you left, I hit the ice wall out of anger. It split, and there was my crystal. Then I went to look for you. And you decided to swim, it turns out.

Despite the cold, Santal laughed, her teeth chattering. But then I remembered about the anger of tvilekka.

— What were you angry about?

—At myself," Landa bowed her head guiltily. — You see, I lied to you then. In fact, I haven't changed five owners. But my parents really wanted to sell me. And sold. But it so happened that the ship I was on was spotted by the Jedi. They took me away.

— Why did you lie?

— I just wanted to make an impression. You know, I was glad when I found out we were from the same planet. I thought we'd be friends. And as for Daria, I told her then that I was just an orphan. I don't like being discussed. And I didn't want them to worry about me.

— I see.

— I'm sorry.

— It's all right.

The girls went out to Yoda. Green and Trilla were already there.

— Where are Max and Daria?

— They haven't come yet.

"It's too early to despair," said the head of the Order.

And indeed, when the door was almost frozen, the remaining guys slipped under it. Everyone is finally here. The children began to hug.

— Santal, why are you wet? Daria was frightened.

— She fell into the water.

— Horror! We need to warm you up urgently!

— And you? Literally at the last second…

— This door is made of frozen water. It's easy to break if you want," Yoda smiled.

Everyone's eyes popped out. It turns out…

"You were talking about a trap," Green reminded him.

— The trap is not in the cave. It's in my head. We've learned our lesson. You have gained courage, trust, self-confidence, mutual assistance, learned more about yourself and each other. Smoothed out the sharp corners, right? Take your crystals to the Temple and take care of them, young Jedi.

On the ship, Santal was wrapped up, blue and clanking with teeth, and they began to give her warm tea.

"You're lucky,— Max said. — It's better not to do that anymore.

"Nothing would have happened to me. I am unsinkable," the girl tried to calm her friend.

The guys burst out laughing. But if Max is because of a joke, then Santal is also because of the Wisest. How could they be so stupid? She also wondered why the masters were so calm? How could she think that they, the children, could be subjected to such a dangerous test?

Everyone on the ship took off their fur coats. Santal was wrapped in a blanket. The girl did not stop coughing, the blue on the skin was gone, but still she felt bad. Max decided to practice with a stick, a shooting ball and a helmet covering his eyes.

— I'll call this technique "Lightning", — the boy boasted.

"Come here, everyone," said Tera Saynube, who had come. — You all successfully passed the Training Camp. And they got crystals.

— When will we start collecting swords? Max asked.

— Put the crystals on the table. The lesson begins. Let me introduce the developer and designer of the lightsaber Hugh Yang.

What was Santal's surprise that it turned out to be a multi-armed droid, remembering the sword of every Jedi! He even remembered how Yoda himself collected the sword! The droid promised to tell a story about it if the children were obedient.

— What do you choose? A simple handle? Curved? Since ancient times, the lightsaber has been the only reliable ally of a Jedi. And how do they work? You brought the crystals, but they are useless until you breathe life into them. Do you know how to awaken the Power inside the crystal? No? Then listen and learn. In front of me are Togruta, Mikkianka, tvilekka and three people. I can handle you.

First, close your eyes and imagine your swords. How do you feel them in your hands?

While everyone was thinking, the professor brought several boxes with details.

— My task is that you leave the ship with all the necessary parts to create lightsabers. And most importantly, they knew how to do it. Let's get started. We have a lot of work to do.

As they say, the matter has boiled over. Each youngling chose a corner for himself and sat down there with the details and began to assemble the so-called constructor. But first the guys started telling each other how they were looking for crystals.

"I was desperate at the end," Daria was saying. — I couldn't find it for a long time, but in the end I found it in the snow. Can you imagine?

Santal listened and was grateful to Master Yoda for helping her feel better, and to herself for falling into the water in a fur coat. Otherwise it would be worse. But then she still needs to see a doctor. The girl opened a book with instructions. There was a picture of a standard handle on the page, all the elements were signed. Types of handles were also drawn.

At first Santal wanted to make a curved handle, and then she thought about it and settled on the standard one. Firstly, it will be easier this way. And secondly, she also has a donated kayber crystal. Let it be in a curved shape.

Now the details. The blade emitter matrix, the body of the emitter segment, the activation button, the blade power regulator, the charging connector, an optical lens, a powerful energy cell, and you also need to leave room for the handle girth.

— Remember, guys, calm your thoughts and focus. Then the design will become clearer," Master Saynube said. — The crystal is the heart of the sword. The heart is a Jedi crystal. The Jedi is a crystal of Power. Power is the sword of the heart. Everything is connected: crystal, sword, Jedi. We are all one.

When the complete set of parts was ready, Santal decided to see how others were doing. Surprisingly, Max has already collected.

"With this sword, I will fight the Sith and challenge Master Yoda," he said.

Professor Hugh Young came up to him, examined the internal structure of the sword and said:

— With this, my friend, you can only kill yourself. You turned over the emitter, which will cause a system outage. Turn it on and everything will explode. One crystal will remain.

The children laughed. But Max was not discouraged:

— Nothing. I'll redo it.

— Redo it, but this time follow the pattern.

— It turns out that all the details are needed? Landa asked.

— That's right. Although there is one detail that you can still do without. Activation button. There were times when the Jedi created swords without her. There is a plus in this. Such a sword cannot be used by someone who is not sensitive to the Force. Although it is better to follow the instructions.

But Santal decided without a button. She immersed herself in the Force and began to imagine the assembly. It's like in medicine to represent internal organs.

Unexpectedly for herself, the girl lost consciousness. And when she woke up, she found out that she had not finished the assembly, but had fallen asleep, weakened by illness. In order not to get worse, she was sent to the custody of Vocara. Fortunately, the members of the same clan brought her her details.

While Santal was working, she didn't notice how she dozed off. This time she didn't realize right away that she was asleep. She's in the hospital wing. Suddenly Dooku comes in.

- hello. How are you doing?

— Better.

— Ready to assemble the sword? All your comrades have already gathered. Do not lag behind them.

And so Santal sits on his knees, looks at everything, picks it up, and the master sits next to him and prompts, gives advice.

— Well, are you ready? Master Dooku asks with a smile.

— Santal! — a sharp voice from outside pulls the girl out of the shackles of sleep.

Vocara Che came with medicine and a glass of water.

— What happened? — after looking at Santal, tvilekka saw that she was crying.

Having failed to get an answer, however, the healer considered it her duty to calm the child.

An hour later, Santal decided to finish the job. It was an incredible, unique feeling of the movement of all the details, as they become one. And here's the final touch. The finished handle falls into the girl's hands.

But for safety reasons, Santal Forcibly carries the handle a little further away. Raises the air and activates it by force. A second and... the turquoise blade breaks free!

Santal Sabura jumped with happiness! She could! She did it! And quickly pulled the sword into her left hand.

Thus, the chamber became a mute witness of how the girl, raising her head, looking at the ceiling, with her legs spread shoulder-width apart, raised her hand up, holding an activated real, self-created lightsaber.

#cad bane #cad bane x oc

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