#royalgeneral

” I WOULD FOLLOW YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE UNIVERSE                  ------ WITH ONLY MILD COMPLAINING. “

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@royalgeneral

“Why are we here? It’s sandy and HOT and smelly.   Is it because I broke the picture? When can we go   home?                Where’s BEN, is he coming too?” 

The questions are honest and innocent, the girl too young to notice the tension in her father’s shoulders; the tears her mother is so desperately trying to hold back. She walks in the middle of the two of them, both of her tiny hands lost in theirs. Sometimes when they walk like this they will swing her by the arms, lifting her so that she f l i e s through the air, only for a second or two at most but to her it always feels longer, although not long enough. Dad promises her that he will teach her to really fly, one day, and the thought makes her giddy with excitement. For a moment she considers asking them to swing her now, but they are not talking like they usually do and the look on her father’s face makes her decide otherwise. 

She walks. 

Tiny feet are not made for trudging in the desert however, and she finds herself slowing, then stopping. Her parents look at her, but she sticks her bottom lip out at them, arms crossed defiantly across her chest. It was wrong to break the photo, she knows that, but she didn’t mean to and this punishment seems to outweigh the crime rather heavily. 

"General Organa,                      Poe asked me to give you these.” 

LIE. Poe had simply mentioned that the papers needed taking to the general; Rey had offered to take them herself. Partly to be helpful, although she can do much more than ferry papers around, but mostly because everything is just...a lot. Not that she doesn’t love the rebel base, hell she loves the place. There’s green for a start, water on tap, enough food to actually fill her and it’s teaming with people. Which is the problem. She loves them but it’s a long way from the empty Jakku deserts. Some days she wants to talk to everyone, all at once if possible, to make actual friends so that she’ll never have to spend one more day chatting to the long dead hull of a droid like she did at home on Jakku. Then there are days like today, where the crowds are just too much, the base too roomy, her bed too hard and unfamiliar. In all honesty she kind of just wants to find a little closet to sit in for a couple hours, but failing that she figures hiding in Leia’s office might do instead. 

Poe’s given her an excuse to come, now she just needs an excuse to stay.