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Entry tags:
- !event,
- aerith gainsborough; the sun,
- alucard; the hierophant,
- anakin skywalker; judgement,
- castiel; the hanged man,
- cirilla of cintra; the devil,
- commander shepard; judgement,
- dean winchester; the lovers,
- diana prince; the empress,
- edelgard von hresvelg; the emperor,
- garrus vakarian; justice,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- gideon nav; strength,
- goro; the chariot,
- harrowhark nonagesimus; the magician,
- hendrik; death,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jasper; judgement,
- jayce talis; the magician,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- jordan hennessy; the moon,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- kell maresh; the magician,
- kylo ren; the tower,
- link; strength,
- nero (dmc); the chariot,
- princess zelda; the high priestess,
- rey; the star,
- rhy maresh; the lovers,
- ronan lynch; the moon,
- sam wilson; justice,
- shuten-douji; the devil,
- thancred waters; strength,
- thane krios; death,
- viktor; death,
- wanda maximoff; the hanged man,
- yennefer of vengerberg; the chariot,
- zhou zishu; strength
EVENT #7: THE SIGHT
Event #7 - The Sight
The night before APRIL 18, your dreams are disrupted by a vivid image of the same eclipse that occurred last month. The black sun seems to be an endless void in the sky, growing ever darker - until it suddenly opens into an eye that stares straight at you.
When you wake up, much of your night seems a blur except for the vivid dream of that eye. Whether you find it unsettling or try to ignore it, the image is something you cannot get out of your mind. If you ask, you will discover that none of the locals of your faction saw another eclipse. Speak with your fellow Summoned, however, and you may learn that while there was no eclipse that formed over the world, you were not the only one who had this dream.
Of course, dreams don't need to mean anything. You can't feel or see any immediate effects, and nearly everyone around you is going about their day as usual. Maybe you should do the same.
When you wake up, much of your night seems a blur except for the vivid dream of that eye. Whether you find it unsettling or try to ignore it, the image is something you cannot get out of your mind. If you ask, you will discover that none of the locals of your faction saw another eclipse. Speak with your fellow Summoned, however, and you may learn that while there was no eclipse that formed over the world, you were not the only one who had this dream.
Of course, dreams don't need to mean anything. You can't feel or see any immediate effects, and nearly everyone around you is going about their day as usual. Maybe you should do the same.
The Awakening
It might happen that very morning or a day or two later. You could be discussing the dream with a fellow Summoned or perhaps you simply brush shoulders with them as you walk by. Whatever it is, as soon as you make brief physical contact, one of you is struck with a sharp pain in your temple that grows into a terrible headache. It's disorienting and painful as the world around you shifts to someplace you may or may not recognize. Like an old film reel, you watch the events of the past play out before you: the past of the other Summmoned. It might be something they would rather hide, a moment of failure or despair, or something they are immensely proud of and brings them great joy - or even a jumble of several images over the course of a person's life. But you see it as if it were real and right in front of you all the same. When you come to, you'll likely find yourself on the ground or bent over, possibly with one or more people around you to see if you're okay. It'll take you a bit to gather your bearings, and the subsequent pounding in your head could last from minutes to hours.
Or, maybe you aren't the one who receives the vision. Instead, as you watch, another Summoned might grasp their head and crumble in front of you. They may go silent or groan in pain. They'll be impossible to shake out of their stupor until it's over. If you ask what happened, they may be inclined to tell you the truth - that you, you were what happened to them.
Or, if your Arcana signs happen to line up in a specific way, you'll see each other in the shared memory itself. You may also find that for certain Summoned, you can help soothe the effects, calm their emotions, or help draw them out of the memory before it consumes them for too long. It's not entirely clear what determines which effect, but one thing is for certain - within each memory, every Summoned as they appear in the past seems to wear the mark of their Arcana somewhere on their person.
For some, they might experience this only once. For others, they might experience it multiple times: with the same person, with several other Summoned, or with a different memory each time. Over the next 7 days, you'll find the Summoned around you are all receiving a glimpse into each other's past, as if the Singularity has awoken an eye within each of you.
Flee for the safety of the Horizon if you want, but you'll find that in there, it's much the same. In fact, inside the Horizon, the other Summoned don't even need to be anywhere near you - just existing in the Horizon space itself together will be enough to possibly set off a headache-inducing vision.
Or, maybe you aren't the one who receives the vision. Instead, as you watch, another Summoned might grasp their head and crumble in front of you. They may go silent or groan in pain. They'll be impossible to shake out of their stupor until it's over. If you ask what happened, they may be inclined to tell you the truth - that you, you were what happened to them.
Or, if your Arcana signs happen to line up in a specific way, you'll see each other in the shared memory itself. You may also find that for certain Summoned, you can help soothe the effects, calm their emotions, or help draw them out of the memory before it consumes them for too long. It's not entirely clear what determines which effect, but one thing is for certain - within each memory, every Summoned as they appear in the past seems to wear the mark of their Arcana somewhere on their person.
For some, they might experience this only once. For others, they might experience it multiple times: with the same person, with several other Summoned, or with a different memory each time. Over the next 7 days, you'll find the Summoned around you are all receiving a glimpse into each other's past, as if the Singularity has awoken an eye within each of you.
Flee for the safety of the Horizon if you want, but you'll find that in there, it's much the same. In fact, inside the Horizon, the other Summoned don't even need to be anywhere near you - just existing in the Horizon space itself together will be enough to possibly set off a headache-inducing vision.
The Factions
What has occurred between the Summoned will not go unnoticed within the factions. While it's difficult to say how faction officials have picked up what's happening, it'll be obvious they do know.
In THORNE, characters will be asked to remain in the castle walls until further notice. Characters will not be allowed to leave the castle grounds, not even to go into the surrounding city, and anyone who is already outside will be requested to not leave again as soon as they return. If asked, they will be told it's for their own safety, given the Singularity is behaving unpredictably and the Summoned have a unique connection to it. Soothing potions and healers are on hand to offer assistance, if anyone is particularly suffering from ill effects.None of the factions appear to be doing much more than keep a watchful eye on the situation - but as the week comes to a close, officials will start making a decision as to what they want to do and how to handle the Summoned who have demonstrated this unforeseen connection to the Singularity.
In the FREE CITIES, characters will find the army by the outposts show more activity than usual. A higher number of guards will patrol the streets throughout the event, particularly in areas frequented by the Summoned. Anyone who publicly and visibly experiences the effects of the memory share (pain, doubling over, etc.) will be offered assistance by the guards. They are generally there to help, but they are also there to maintain order and ensure anyone behaving erratically due to this incident is properly contained. This might include confinement for a day or two if anyone is especially posing a risk, but no one will be punished except in the most extreme cases, as the locals are aware this is not within the control of the Summoned.
In SOLVUNN, the locals will be watching what's happening with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. Host families and neighbors will be on hand to help with charms meant to offer protection, as well as general care and assistance (soup, blankets, and so on) if your character seems to be especially under the weather or afflicted by the event. Towards the end of the event, more elders and mages will be out and about to check up on the Summoned to make sure they're doing okay. If asked, the mages will say they aren't sure what's going on, but that they are currently divining with the gods and hope to have a definitive answer soon in the upcoming days.
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While Watto was a better slave owner than some of the others in Mos Espa, he was still a slave owner. It wasn't like living in the Jedi temple that came with its freedoms and no worries of retaliation if he acted out.
Anakin doesn't look at Yennifer, instead choosing to focus on the doorway his younger self had run into. ]
Mos Espa. We're on my home planet, Tatooine.
[ He gestures toward the sky where the twin suns are high above them. He also doesn't move to stop her, but he does take a centering breath before following closely behind her. Once inside, the memory continues to play as if it were waiting for them, only they're not alone. Standing just inside the shop is a middle-aged man, a tall, frog-like alien, and a young girl. They seem to be watching the same exchange take place.
As the boy comes into the shop, it's immediately apparent that he and the robust, blue alien buzzing in the air are speaking in a different language, though strangely enough, Yennifer will find she can also understand. The Toydarian raises his hand and the boy flinches.
"What took you so long?"
"I was cleaning the bin like you--"
"Never mind! Watch the store. I've got some selling to do." Once he's given orders, he turns to the others in the room, his apparent customers. "Soooo, let me take- a thee out back. Ni you'll find what you need." The older man and a dome-hooded robot follow the alien out the door after quickly admonishing the frog-like alien not to touch anything. The young Anakin sits on the counter, pretending to clean a part, though he's staring at the young girl. She seems embarrassed under the scrutiny, but offers an amused smile.
Anakin's attention focuses on the young girl with an agonized expression. He gravitates toward her, making an aborted motion to reach out to her. The sudden appearance of Padmé makes him feel like the floor has dropped out from under him, a lead weight sitting in the pit of his stomach. He can feel the stinging burn in his eyes starting but tries to will it away. ]
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there is a feeling that something more is going on here, something that anakin doesn't exactly want to be seen. while part of her would normally stray away from this, she can't help the curiosity that wells in her. anakin points up to the two moons, and yennefer follows his pointing. tatooine. it's a strange thing, but anything can be possible on different spheres. still, she follows the young version of him, takes off to follow him across the sand and into the store. that is when she sees the other figures arrive - a taller man, some bipedal...frog? perhaps? and a young girl.
the exchange is understood, even if she has no idea what the language is meant to be. then the memory continues, the older man steps out, and yennefer turns to look at anakin again - to ask for some other context, to see what he's watching, or focusing on. and, in a way, she gets that answer in the pained, tight way she sees him steps towards the younger girl. for a brief moment, her eyes flip between the image of the young girl, the young boy of anakin's past, and anakin himself. ]
She's important to you.
[ it's not a question, but in a way it is a reminder - as anakin seems to slide dangerous back into the memory again - that she is still here. that this is being seen. ]
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"Are you an angel?"
She looks at the boy, amused. "What?"
" An angel. I've heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They live on the Moons of Iego I think. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They are good and kind, and so pretty they make even the most hardened spice pirate cry."
She steps closer to him, not really knowing what to say. "I've never heard of angels."
"You must be one.. maybe you just don't know it." He's adamant about that point.
The young girl smiles. "You're a funny little boy. How do you know so much?"
The boy stops pretending to be busy and offers a shrug of his shoulders. "Since I was very little, three, I think. My Mom and I were sold to Gardulla the Hutt, but she lost us, betting on the Podraces, to Watto, who's a lot better master than Gardulla, I think."
Her happy expression turns to saddened surprise. "You're a slave?"
The boy straightens, his expression defiant. "I'm a person, my name is Anakin!"
She tilts her head to look at the inside of the shop curiously, now with a new point of view. "I'm sorry. I don't fully understand. This is a strange world to me."
"You're a strange girl to me."
Their conversation is interrupted by the frog-like alien causing a small droid to come to life, trying to catch it.
"Hit the nose!" After a little fumbling, the alien manages it and causes the droid to collapse into its original state. The pair of them laugh and the boy watches her straighten her hair. The alien goes to snoop a bit further, causing a pile of things to tumble to the ground, but the other two don't seem to notice.
"...wouldn't have lasted long if I weren't so good at fixing things. I'm making my own droid..."
They're interrupted by the middle-aged man and the droid rolling quickly into the shop with a curt "We're leaving" directed at the young girl. She casts a fond look over at the boy.
"I'm glad I met you, ...ah.."
"Anakin."
"Anakin."
"Anakin Skywalker."
"Padmé Naberrie." She turns to follow the man out of the shop and the young Anakin watches her go, his shoulders slumping and mouth turned into a frown.
He leans forward, calling out as she exits the shop. "I'm glad I met you too!"
Anakin desperately wants to follow after them but has a feeling that it won't work without his younger self. He's reluctant to look at Yennifer, dreading what he'll see in her expression. He's never been good at accepting pity, and his former life as a slave was never something he brought up. There's yet to be a good reason for it. The logical part of him knows that he has to offer some sort of explanation, but he doesn't know what to say to mitigate the situation. ]
She's the best thing that ever happened to me.
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angels he says, and yennefer holds back the urge to snort. he is just a child, and she knows the innocence that could come with that, but the exchange brings a sort of nostalgic feel to the exchange. they keep speaking, exchange small smiles, comments. yennefer's hand remains on anakin's elbow as it happens - their few interactions leaving her comfortable enough to remain this close to him, even if he won't quite look at her through it.
then there is the moment - the mention of being bought, of being a slave. it isn't that it doesn't matter to her, what he may or may not have been, but it doesn't surprise her. doesn't sound like anything to be pitied for. and she certain would never want to be pitied for who it was she used to be. so, rather than focusing on any of that, yennefer watches the door the man and young girl disappeared into, and then her focus turns back to anakin. ]
I take it you find her again? [ a small smile, teasing more than anything. ] Your 'angel'?
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About ten years later. During my Jedi training.
[ She's already seen the darkest part of himself and they're stuck in this. He trusts that he can disclose some of his other baggage given how she doesn't ask for more information or delve too deeply into his past. ]
I married her.. I was supposed to be escorting her back to her home planet while I recovered from an injury. No one knew.
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not letting him fall into what has already passed? something lost? she asks in jest because she expects to get a rise out of him, something in the teasing, but anakin's voice is genuine. steady. ten years later. her brow arches at what he explains, but still she keeps close. ]
You eloped. [ and then. ] I did not take you for a married man- even in secret.
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We made it work...
[ The last part even sounds flat to himself, but he doesn't know whether it's a denial or if he's trying to convince himself that they weren't doomed from the start. He knows he's a selfish man for it, but how could he have ever lived without Padmé?
Maybe because he's thinking about it, or perhaps by unfortunate coincidence, the scene changes around them. The heat stays the same, but the desert sky darkens and gives way to a deep, burning red and a planet made of magma. Anakin and Yennefer find themselves standing on a metal landing platform, a sleek chrome ship parked nearby, the turbulent magma flowing beneath the platform mirrored on its surface.
Anakin casts a nervous glance between the ship and a hooded figure in the distance whose stride picks up seeing the ship. The hood comes down and it's very clearly himself, the dark brown cloak's hem bordered with a repeating Judgement arcana. This Anakin has a more haggard and frantic look about him, dark circles standing out under his eyes.
He comes jogging onto the platform as a heavily-pregnant Padmé runs down the loading deck of the ship and onto the platform. They embrace.
"I saw your ship." They break away but stay close, holding onto each other's arms. "What are you doing here?"
"I was so worried about you! Obi-Wan told me terrible things." She looks at her husband in concern.
"What things?"
"He said you have turned to the dark side..." She pauses, trying to collect herself. "That you killed younglings."
As she talks, Anakin looks away from her, ducking his head. After a moment he looks up with resolve. "Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me."
"He cares about us."
"Us??" His brow furrows in concern as she nods in confirmation.
"He knows. He wants to help you.."
Anakin's smile is tired and affectionate.
"Anakin... All I want is your love."
His expression turns to one of concern. "Love won't save you, Padmé. Only my new powers can do that."
"At what cost? You're a good person. Don't do this!" She shakes her head in disbelief.
Anakin's brow furrows. "I won't lose you the way I lost my mother. I've become more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of and I've done it for you. To protect you." His last sentence is firm, his face hardening.
Her hands move to bracket his face, moving to stroke the hair at his neck. "Come away with me. Help me raise our child. Leave everything else behind while we still can."
His expression turns hopeful, erring on the side of manic. "Don't you see, we don't have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor. I can overthrow him, and together you and I can rule the galaxy. Make things the way we want them to be."
Padmé backs away, her expression horrified. "I don't believe what I'm hearing... Obi-Wan was right. You've changed."
Anakin scowls. "I don't want to hear any more about Obi-Wan. The Jedi turned against me. Don't you turn against me!"
She starts to cry. "I don't know you anymore! Anakin, you're breaking my heart... You are going down a path I can't follow."
"Because of Obi-Wan?"
"Because of what you've done... what you plan to do. Stop, stop now. Come back! I love you."
As she speaks, his attention is drawn to a figure standing at the top of the ship's landing platform. Obi-Wan stands with his hands on his hips. That scowl turns to an expression of outrage.
"LIAR!!" ]
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so where yennefer might have made some comment - about how repressed an entire order of men who weren't allowed to marry were sure to be - instead she waits. finds a way to squeeze his hand back in return, confirmation that whatever it is these memories are dragging up, he's not alone in it either.
we made it work he says, and yennefer doesn't have to comment on the flatness in his tone, but her eyebrow does arch. a silent do you really believe that? right as she feels a shift in the air around them. the scene changes, from sand to bright red magma, to dark stone. she can't help the way her attention turns to the ship, to the scene as it unfolds, to the very pregnant padme and the desperate tilt to anakin's voice.
whether or not anakin notices, there are moments that hit yennefer differently than others. moments where she tenses at his side, where her hand digs into his arm for just the briefest second. that you killed younglings and only my new powers and you've changed. moments where yennefer understands more than she probably has any right to, on a very personal level. when the memory of anakin's attention is drawn up to another figure, yennefer's eyes go with him, her own jaw tight not with judgement but with anger, anger because she knows, she knows, what anakin means when he screams liar.
it is only then that yennefer's eyes turn to the anakin at her side, trying to try and read what it is this memory brings up for him. she can only assume it isn't good, and despite herself there is a surge of...what? defensiveness? protectiveness? ]
That man. [ it's clear she doesn't have the highest regard for this obi-wan, if only from the conversation she'd just overheard. ] He's from your order?
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Anakin barely feels those hands digging into his arms as his failures play out in front of him. How tenderly and caring Padmé caresses his face, trying to get him to just go with her. His lips are drawn in a tight line, his jaw clenched the longer they stand there and watch. He feels ashamed for what Yennefer is forced to watch and he can't find the strength to look at her, afraid of what he's going to see.
He's such a coward..
His eyes are locked onto the scene continuing to play out and hot, angry tears find their way down his face as his attention turns to Obi-Wan. ]
He was my Master. [ He shakes his head. ] He was supposed to be my brother. I trusted him!
[ In front of them, Padmé whirls around to look at Obi-Wan, shaking her head. "No!"
"You're with him. You've betrayed me! You brought him here to kill me!"
Her attention turns back to Anakin as she starts to back up as he advances a few strides. "NO! Anakin... I swear..I--" She freezes in place, eyes wide as she struggles to find her breath when he raises his arm, hand out and fingers curled as if grasping at something.
"Let her go, Anakin."
His attention turns to Obi-Wan as he descends the loading ramp, though he doesn't stop. He looks to Padmé, her eyes pleading. "Let her go." He releases her, looking at her collapsed form. She's alive, at least.
He scowls at Obi-Wan. "You turned her against me!"
Obi-Wan looks at his former apprentice gravely. "You have done that yourself."
Anakin stalks away from Padmé in a wide arch, shedding his outer cloak. "You will not take her from me!!"
"Your anger and lust for power have already done that." Obi-Wan does the same, throwing his cloak off. "You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now . . . until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy."
They circle each other, and when Obi-Wan is close enough, he crouches down to place a hand on Padmé. Anakin turns away, unable to look at them near each other, that rage bubbling beneath the surface. "Don't lecture me, Obi-Wan. I see through the lies of the Jedi. I do not fear the dark side as you do. I have brought peace, justice, freedom, and security to my new Empire."
"Your new Empire?"
"Don't make me kill you."
"Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic. To democracy!"
"If you're not with me, you're my enemy."
"Only a Sith Lord deals in absolutes...I will do what I must." He ignites his lightsaber as Anakin does the same.
"You will try."
The memory fades around them. ]
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she watches him react to this woman, his wife, and the fear in her eyes as she looks back at him. watches as his lifts his hand to take the breath from her. she watches him as this obi-wan approaches. their exchanged words, their circling around each other. it all happens, and through it all, all yennefer finds herself thinking is that feeling around his words. he was my master. just as she'd looked to tissaia, just as she had crawled her way across that gods-forsaken continent because tissaia must know something, and what had she gotten in return? she knows it is different, knows all of this is different, but that is what sticks.
that, and the tears. his tears.
the memory fades around them, and yennefer finds herself stepping around to anakin's front, looking up to him with determined, undeterred eyes. there is a moment there where she just looks at him, to see if there is anything more he wishes to wish, anything more that she'll read in his eyes if not his words, before she reaches up a hand to his face. if there are tears still there, it might be to wipe those away, but if there aren't any, it will simply be to brush her fingers across his cheek.
it's a little ridiculous, she knows, to feel in any way protective or defensive over what it is she's seen. anakin is powerful, powerful to a degree that she is sure she only barely understands, but still, here she is. ]
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There are things that he knows about what comes after this thanks to Kylo. What will happen to them. Their children. Their grandchild.
He can feel the sob caught in his chest that refuses to come out. Anakin doesn't bother trying to scrub the tears off his face, too caught up in the tidal wave of emotions, feeling as though he's going to drown all over again.. But then there's Yennefer, looking at him with such unwavering resolve- as if she's unbothered by what she's witnessed. He's caught off guard by her kindness, mouth agape, not really sure where to start his explanation when her hand reaches up to brush the offending tears away.
A shuddered exhale is about all he manages, leaning into her touch because he can't remember the last time someone had touched him with such care. Unable to help himself, though if she pushes him away he'll let her go, Anakin wraps his arms around her smaller frame in an embrace. His chin rests on her shoulder for a brief moment, but he hopes it conveys his gratitude toward her. ]
[ Quietly, ] Thank you.. [ He clears his throat and releases his hold on her. ] I'm sorry for putting you through this, too, my lady.
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yennefer wipes the tears away and watches as anakin tilts into the touch, watches as he shudders an exhale of his own. there is a sort of wistful needing to the way he leans into her, the way his arms wrap around her and his chin goes to her shoulder. yennefer knows that feeling, knows the almost-ache in need to touch, which is why she will not push him away when he does it. why her own arms circle around his back as well. her hold on him is tight for that moment, as if to say in response to his gratitude that it is no matter. that it's okay.
when anakin pulls away and thanks her, releases her and clears his throat, yennefer finds herself smiling. it is small, a little playful. ]
It's hardly your fault, but I suppose I can let you make it up to me.
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[ At the very least, he knows he needs something to numb all the emotions sitting tightly in his chest- or get him to refocus on something else. He laughs quietly, but it's about as lackluster as he currently feels. If he could proceed to not talk about it, he would..
Yennefer deserves any explanation she asks for, simply for being dragged into his mess. ]
I--um. Whatever you want to know, I can try to answer.
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I can always go for a drink. [ she says, gesturing out towards the hallways. leading them, if anakin doesn't take the first step himself. and it's only when they're walking that yennefer hums, considering, because while she knows that he's offering what he's offering because he feels he has to, the questions that come to mind might not be what he's expecting. ]
The Force. Tell me more about it.
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[ Somewhere a little more private than out in the middle of the hallway. Yennefer's hand on his elbow helps as much now as it did amidst the sand and sulfur. He lets her lead, though once they get their hand on something a little stronger, he'll lead the way. ]
Ever since I was little, I could feel it. I could do things I knew nobody else could. To me, the Force feels like.. safety. Like I can do anything as long as I have the Force with me. [ He pauses, backtracking a bit. ] Where I'm from, we're taught that the Force is what makes up and connects everything in the universe. Where nothing truly dies, it simply rejoins the Force after death. It binds the galaxy together and what gives a Jedi their power. There are two aspects, the Living Force, which is the energy of all life, and the Cosmic Force, which is..I guess its will? It's why we're always taught to listen to the Force through meditation.
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[ there's a small smile on her face as he suggests a drink - because gods, yes, she always needs a drink, and the ensuring pressure behind her eyes at the shared memory isn't going away any time soon - and she takes the lead to get them both there. her hand on his elbow is present, comfortable, though she does get the sense she is acting as a tether for their walk. at least up until they get the drinks in hand.
yennefer lets anakin lead them to the gardens soon after, glass of wine in hand. as he speaks, though, her focus is on him. on the tone he takes when he describes it, answering a not dissimilar question that she'd posed to kylo ren all those months ago. she can see the similarities, between their descriptions, but there is something different about anakin's. something lighter, more...awestruck.
she stays close to him as they walk, letting herself take some comfort from the proximity. ]
If the Force is really that all-present, binding all life and cosmos together, that sounds like endless power. Endless safety. [ she doesn't mean to sound sardonic, doesn't mean to sound entertained. but the basis of it is so...impossible. improbable. ] And you're taught how to use it in by your...master?
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Most people aren't born with the ability to feel it. We call the people that are Force Sensitive. [ Anakin offers a nod, taking a sip of his wine. ] Initiates are taught in the temple at a young age until they're chosen by a Jedi Master to begin their apprenticeship. I was kind of a special case, but Obi-Wan took me on anyway. He taught me everything he knew, but he never--
[ It's so easy to feel anger toward Obi-Wan, the bitterness of their last meeting tinting everything else in murky shadow. ] I wasn't exactly an easy student to have. We're taught to seek balance within the Force. It's comprised of both the Light and Dark, with emphasis that only the weak fall to the Dark Side.