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the-rutian-songbird · 8 months

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The Pieces in Front of Us.

The sub-terranean apartment Dinek and Silais'fenn lived and raised their children in was small. The costumes and dresses that Silais wore in her weekly performances at the Coronet Theatre exploded into the main living areas of the two-bedroom flat. Though windowless, the bright grow lights filled nooks around the kitchen where Rylothian orchids in pots that were painted ages ago by the hands of children. It may have been a comfortable apartment for a family of four, had the Fenn's not been collectors of anything that captured their interest. The walls were covered in holo-images of Twi'lek art, mixed in with snapshots of each of the Fenn's at a younger age. Shelves overflowing with datadisks lined the wall and even found themselves onto the artifact shelves. It was an apartment filled with music, in the background, somewhere, an opera from Onderon, in a language so archaic none of them could understand it played. It was home, obviously so the closer they got to the door of it, the more relieved Daesha seemed to become. There was no need to knock, her fingers knew the code by heart and the Fenn's had no reason to worry, even deep in the heart of Coronet. She entered without a thought, inviting Ade to join her as they walked through the entry hall lined with shelves of various replicas of cultural artefacts intermixed with ancestral artefacts. In the living room, sat Dinek, a pleasant, gentile Tukian of a deep green tone. When he heard the steps, he stood to greet them. Three cups of tea already sitting out on the table surrounded by artfully designed chairs that Silais spent far too many credits on.

He had a slow, easy smile as he rose to his feet to embrace his daughter, and then be introduced to her company. His lekku and smirk spoke clearly to his amusement - and amusement that seemed to truly get under Daesha's skin as her reception was a bit more weary. "I made you tea." Dinek stated simply and motioned for them to sit down, "I heard you were here, Teeubo called my office when you landed, don't worry... he was at the starport and say the both of you, commed me being the mother Gurreck she is... Ryloth Communication Network." He says with a wink.

"I didn't see her at the Starport," Daesha remarked and easily slide onto the couch as she had done a million times before, but this one was different. That much was clear from the perplexed look on her face and the somewhat disapproving look she gave to her father as she righted herself. "She changed the couch, could you have at least talked her into a different colour?" The look Dinek gave Daesha in return was flat and spoke just as clearly as any words. "I had one of my feelings." He smirked and picked up the cup of tea, "I thought so." "Mm." He took a sip of tea, "First, tell me of your vacation." "It's all related, Dad, we instigated the events to put me in this position and that's when the dreams began," She started to explain.

"The dreams maybe, but you've always had my intuition. It's what made and makes you so talented at what you do."

"Yes, but I've never been to Ryloth, yet that's where I'm dreaming of. Almost every night since I went to Talus I dream of coming across massive caverns in the various caves systems but there's nothing in them."

"Isn't there?" He asked with a smirk, "Remember, we are not named for some colours on a chart, we are named after the very aspects of our world, the tears of Kikka'lekki are only representative to the spiritual aspects of the elements we were built upon and cannot live without."

"The Sesk'mahvus cave system interlinks the caverns for a reason, each of the caverns is representative to the clans and how we are connected to Her just as everything in this Galaxy is. And what are we as a people? We are fire, water, earth... we are the spirit, and the hope that inspiration brings, these aren't things for someone to embody."

Dinek's soft smile remained through the various transitions of Daesha's gaze on him as she followed what he was telling her. When she leaned back against the couch and simply sat there - slightly dumbfounded, his smile grew and he looked back to Ademu, "Had I known you would be coming too, I would've informed Silais, my wife."

He motioned to the various racks of costumes that filled the spaces between the shelving of the flat, "Not that she needs to add anything, but she can always think of something. My father always told me that no joy but joy in the eyes comes from loving a Tyrian." He chuckled and shrugged, "A lack of space certainly comes from loving one, but I have had sixty rotations of joy with her."

Ade listened to the explanation that Dinek gave on his theory of the interconnectedness of the people via the Temple cave system. It was certainly a poetic interpretation. The last time Ade had been anywhere near the Temple Caste's holdings, it had been for a far less spiritual reason. Not to bring attention to himself, Ade reached for the cup of tea, cradling it in his hands as Dinek motioned around the small apartment. There was an.. overwhelming amount of costumes and clothing in the living space. It made even Daesha's own show room appear almost comically barren by comparison.

"Your father was a wise man. I appreciate the sage advice, seeing as his grand-daughter may have embodied her mother's love of fashion." He said with a small chuckle. It was the closest he'd come to admitting his... fondness for Daesha's being. "And I'm sure another visit could be arranged if she has a need for something that I could provide." Ade kept his eyes making contact with Dinek when he was spoken to, but couldn't help but occasionally take in Daesha's distracted and sometimes awestruck expressions. Almost as if seeing the woman completely devoid of a barb or cheeky retort was something he didn't want to miss.

She remained quiet as they spoke, pulling her legs up to cross in front of her and cradling her mug of tea in her lap. It was the copper liquid of the spice tea that drew her attention. "We have no statues to her." "No." "No paintings." "No." "No icons." "No." "Yet, she has a name." "Do all things need to be physical to exist?" Dinek pointedly looked at his daughter whose expression fell into a well-trained placid calm mask she so naturally slipped on when her disbelief was too much. "I know a Kiva in the Outer Rim it would interest you to speak with, before you go remind me to give you the information to contact her, yes?" She nodded. Dinek watched his daughter's face with curiosity. The familiar resemblance as they studied people was clear, she was every bit her father's daughter. His smile turned to one loving joy and there was a bit of mischief in his eyes when he nodded towards her, glancing to Ademu. "Watch this." He whispered.

On cue, though too lost in her own thoughts to have caught her father's comment, Daesha leaned over to set her cup of tea back down and rose from the couch. She stood there for a moment, her eyes squinted in thought before she headed into the small kitchen and climbed easily onto the counter top to reach a box on the top of the cabinets there before she returned to her place on the couch.

"Your sister's actual birthday." He told gently, a mere reminder.

With the code entered, the box opened easily. Daesha carefully removed the Kalikori that was inside and pushed the box aside to lay the ancestral artefact against her legs to study it more carefully.

Dinek also moved, to secure the door with an extra data lock and turning up the volume on the music as he passed the holo-player on his way back to the living room. "I have always maintained that we're all connected in our ways. Our histories will sometimes repeat, and we come across recurring characters with different names, and different faces, but the same soul. This is the dynamic of the Galaxy that I teach, that the Goddess represents."

"There was a Twi'lek playwright your mother loves... I can't recall his name, but he had a theory that in the story of our lives, there are only three main players and it's through our spirit we are connected them. I'm sure his theory was influenced by the Council of Kivas, but ah..."

He leaned forward once he settled into his chair again to take the Kalikori from Daesha to hold between his hands. The clan name engraved into it was the name of a long dead Alderaanian family, 'Korinth'.

"You won't find the answers to your own situation in the past, and your heritage is certainly not the reason for your dreams, but there is a precedent in those names."

"You're Sesk'mahvus?" Daesha was puzzled as she looked at her father and he simply laughed, nodding.

"I am."

"Is there a reason you never told us?"

"It wasn't important. I was a teacher on Ryloth, I'm a teacher here on Corellia and we left Ryloth to be free of the system. What do the talents your mother and I possess mean when we would have to sell one of our children to ensure we could raise a family in the first place? That's no religious system, Daesha, you know that." He continued speaking, both his lekku and hands moving with his words. A true professor. "You're not discovering any grand truth here other than putting together the pieces of what you know already. Am I surprised that you started to dream with the time you had? Busy, busy, busy. You run around like your mother. Do you know where she is right now?"

He rolls his eyes, "Doaba Guefal for some festival for the Imperial Arts. It's far too monochromatic for me."

"She said she'd take the weekend off, now look what she's missed?" He scoffed and leaned forward motioning to Daesha. "When is water the most clear?" He asked plainly.

The look she gave to her father was one only a daughter could give to her father. "...when it's still."

"You've always had my intuition, nothing you say here is surprising to me. You're a Korinth spirit in a Fenn body and you are tied to that story as well. Explore it as you learn to be still." Dinek set the Kalikori on the table and sighed sadly, "One day we will have it on display again. Did you hide the Fenn Kalikori like I told you?"

Daesha nodded.

"Good. Now tell me, how's your sister? We haven't gotten a message from her in far too long."

On the subject of Ilar, Daesha took a long, deep breath and relaxed onto the couch, crossing her legs in front of her again. She went into detail without sharing specifics about the trouble Ilar was causing with her firework shows around Talus and the last time they had seen each other, they had argued that Daesha wasn't doing more. Dinek listened, his expression growing grave as her news continued. He didn't dare interrupt, news of his eldest child was rare and exceedingly hard to come by the longer the war progressed.

"If they arrest her..."

She shook her head to interrupt her father, "They won't. There will be no proper funeral. They are cruel." Her lekku shifted over her shoulders to twist and spiral in the silent communication of their people.

Now it was Dinek that took a deep breath and nodded. he understood, and it was a path they had both long accepted Ilar had chosen to walk. After a sip of tea to wash away the distasteful conversation, "Let's go to Nonnu's. I'm hungry and I would appreciate the lightheartedness of a conversation held in the open."

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