â - Their first friend
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â - Their first friend
âAmiel and I were in the Wolf Clan together, as younglings. We met the first day I arrived in the temple, brought by Master Tahl. It was before she went blind.â
She was four, right at the cusp of being considered too old to join the Order. Her family hadnât given the Order the time to discover her Force Sensitivity, and Neb Trys hadnât been exactly keen to give up a rare slave, up until she nearly killed one of their instructors. Enough credits and she was off their hands, being flown across the Galaxy to Coruscant.
The shock of no longer being a slave was one obstacle to overcome, but the giant city was another beast entirely. She trailed after the Noorian, barely able to keep her feet moving as she stared at this new world around her, big and colorful and full of wondrous buildings and people, nothing like the drab browns of Ryloth. Even though the twiâleks were colorful and beautiful, Neb Trys had a habit of sucking the joy from them, leaving them sad and muted.
Coruscant was so much more.
Every new face was a different species, all intermingling, talking in different languages, and then, suddenly, they were in front of a giant palace with beautiful spires reaching up into the sky. Hirani couldnât walk any further until she took in the sight properly, legs coming to a standstill as she stared up at it with large, round eyes, not noticing the Noorianâs retreating form.
âAmiel!â
Another little body collided with her, knocking her to the ground in a heap. She squeaked, rubbing her chaffed palms and one bloodied knee, dripping blue onto the ground. A man in a set of brown robes ran forward, scooping up the dark-haired child that had bowled into her, helping her stand with his free hand. Tahl, evidently noticing that she was missing her discovery, had returned, scooping her up as well, and Hirani got one last look at the other girl, who was teary-eyed and evidently nursing her own bumps but still smiling despite herself, before they were carted off in different directions.Â
She had never had a real family before. Not even at Neb Trys, where she lived, ate, slept, bathed, and learned with other girls her age and older. Instead of forming bonds, acting like the children they were, a sullen understanding had settled over them, keeping each other at armâs length. Here, she would have nineteen brothers and sisters that she would live with while they made their ways towards becoming Jedi. She would still have a purpose, but being a child... It was a possibility.
Not that her little child brain could fully process that. All she knew was that she was not a slave, and that a very familiar pair of hazel eyes was looking back at her in their shared quarters. The other little girl looked at her with dawning recognition, slipping down from the top bunk to stand face to face with her. Her Basic wasnât very good, and was heavily accented, but she had already begun to learn quickly that no one else here spoke Ryl.
âYou!â
The human girl grinned, but it was a friendly kind she wasnât used to. Her teeth were straight and white. These were the things that she remembered.
âIâm Amiel. Youâre red. Whatâs your name?â
The twiâlekâs lekku twitched, brows drawn together, as if this was some kind of trap. She had already had bacta put on her knee thanks to this girl. Still, she relented.
âHiranâishala. Youâre.... brown. Ish.â
Amiel laughed, her own brows drawing together as she tried to sound out her new sisterâs name.
âHira.... Hiranish.... Can I call you Hirani? Is that the short version?â
 No. There wasnât a short version, having two names was bad. It meant you were kicked out, no longer family--
âYes. Hirani is short.â
The next thing she knew, a pair of cool arms were wrapped around her in a tight hug, perhaps the first physical affection she had ever experienced, and Amiel pulled back, taking the new initiateâs hand and leading her to their shared bunk. The human girl climbed up to the top, looking over the edge at her as Hirani climbed into the bottom. A small hand slid over the edge.
âYouâre the last one in Wolf Clan, you know. Weâre sisters now, so weâre gonna be friends.â
The lethan twiâlek blinked, wondering if this was how it was supposed to be done. Sisterhood, friendship, leaving the Shala clan behind to embrace the Wolf Clan.
âYes. Friends, best friends.â
She smiled, reaching up to grab the offered hand in a sign of solidarity.
âBelieve it or not, Amiel has matured, but I donât think sheâs really changed all that much. Sheâll always be my sister, though, no matter what.â












