#( leia.)

" are . . are you sure that your girlfriend won't mind us hanging out ? i'd hate to rile up some feathers , " leia speaks with a short cadence , glancing at the other -- chewing down on her lower lip , nervous . " y'know how i feel about being the other woman , " she goes , humming to herself .

Who: Leia

Where: The Wishing Festival

Kylo was walking through the market, checking out the different things that were being sold. Picking up one of the pieces of fabric that was for sale, he turns it over in his hand, the softness juxtaposing his own rough hands. Feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up, Kylo sensed the presence of his mother. He had not had a conversation with her in years. There was no where for him to run or hide, both of which he wanted to do. He wanted to do anything but face her, the woman who had raised him and the woman he had let down. Sucking in a breath, Kylo places the fabric down on the table. “Hello, mother.” he says, back still turned to her, the tough, strong Supreme Leader unable to work up the courage to face her.