#areeda thread

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone.  {For Areeda}  

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Areeda wiped the tears from her eyes feeling the small hand on her leg. She nearly jumped, but she saw the large green ear from the little being out of the corner of her eye and realized as the creature looked at her with large black eyes and little buck teeth... it was a child. Or appeared to be. She sniffled and took a deep breath, smiling down at him. She wiped at her face with both hands, obviously embarrassed to have gotten caught crying.

“I brought you a blanket....”

“Thank you.” Areeda looked tired. More than just her few injuries, she looked... defeated. Not as hopeful as one might expect after her ‘partner’ had dropped dead and the authorities had come and gone, taking the body away. She hadn’t offered much information about herself and as soon as people had lost interest in the whole thing she’d taken off every piece of jewelry she wore, sticking them in her pockets. If the bruise on her face was any indication, she wouldn’t be shedding tears for the Devronian she’d been with.

“Can I ask you a... stupid question?” Areeda paused. The woman had been nice to her. And now she had no idea what else she could do. Sell the jewelry, gain a few credits though she doubted she’d get much for them... maybe buy passage somewhere.

“Just ...doodling.” 

It was her day off and deciding to spend it outside on a lovely day like this doing a little leisurely reading and some sketching was a perfect way to spend it. It was a bit more than just doodles... But she wasn’t entirely sure the handsome pilot would exactly enjoy the idea of being sketched so deep in thought. She had a bound book, terribly old fashioned, of course, instead of using a datapad. But that was for work, this was for herself. Poe’s dark brow furrowed on her paper, his jaw set while concentrating. It made for a rather telling moment in time. Even while relaxing in the gorgeous weather and beautiful surroundings a high ranking officer and one of the most prominent leaders of the Resistance Poe Dameron couldn’t ever really relax. 

“What about you, sir?”

" you're shivering. here, take my jacket. " 

“Oh, thanks, Juniper, you didn’t have to... I guess... I mean, it’s lovely here. I wasn’t expecting the drop in the air once the suns went down. Can we go inside?”

“Thanks,” Areeda spoke feeling a bit more at ease asking the woman after she smiled at her. Still, the furrowed brow had thrown her off, and the impulse was there. Apologize or else. She’d done nothing wrong, she could ask to be handed something instead of getting in someone’s way. Recovery was hard.

“Sorry,” She smiled through it, looking embarrassed but feeling... worse than that. You are important, she told herself. You matter. You are valued and needed with the Resistance. She poured a spot of milk in with her own tea and placed the container near Ro to put back where it was behind her on the shelves again. 

“Oh--” Areeda glanced over from the dropped bolts of fabric and excess of clothing. They were all rather drab colors. Which was a shame but in the Resistance, it would be foolish to go on missions and... stand out. Luckily she wasn’t going on any such missions, but rather given the duty of repairing clothes and dressing officers for undercover missions. She rather enjoyed it. It gave her a chance to use her skills and make a difference. 

“Sorry-- I...” It took her a moment to recognize who she was talking to. It was her. The Jedi. Areeda was still too conditioned from her recent capture, still apologizing for things she shouldn’t. Almost everyone was pretty understanding and lovely at this outpost.