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Jul. 22nd, 2007 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velocitygirlShe'd moved. She'd packed up the things in her aunt's old house, handed the keys to her sister and bade them all a fond farewell, and took the next transport ship over to Coruscant.
She'd never taken such public routes into the planet, even when she'd first arrived. The level of poverty here at the public docks was stifling. She hiked her bag up on her shoulder and moved through the crowd. She reached an elevator and a set of stairs and chose the stairs, for the rickety lifts of the lower levels held too many memories of things she was trying to leave behind.
Three levels up she wandered the streets. Her feet followed old, familiar routes towards Starfighter Command. She was grimy from the ride, and she was tired, but she had to get this done sooner rather than later. She inquired after Wedge Antilles to the girl at the front desk and was told he was supposedly in his office.
She didn't stay long in his office. Just softly told him things were fixed and that she was sorry and that he was right all along. He watched her with that patented Wedge Antilles stare, the one where it felt like he was staring deep into you. Her hands folded nervously in her lap until he leaned forward and quietly asked her how he knew. How he knew he could trust her not to lose it again.
Inyri Forge shrugged and asked him how he ever knew in the first place.
Welcome back, he said.
Things clicked back into place. Inyri doesn't look so sad anymore.
At least, when she's occupied.
She'd never taken such public routes into the planet, even when she'd first arrived. The level of poverty here at the public docks was stifling. She hiked her bag up on her shoulder and moved through the crowd. She reached an elevator and a set of stairs and chose the stairs, for the rickety lifts of the lower levels held too many memories of things she was trying to leave behind.
Three levels up she wandered the streets. Her feet followed old, familiar routes towards Starfighter Command. She was grimy from the ride, and she was tired, but she had to get this done sooner rather than later. She inquired after Wedge Antilles to the girl at the front desk and was told he was supposedly in his office.
She didn't stay long in his office. Just softly told him things were fixed and that she was sorry and that he was right all along. He watched her with that patented Wedge Antilles stare, the one where it felt like he was staring deep into you. Her hands folded nervously in her lap until he leaned forward and quietly asked her how he knew. How he knew he could trust her not to lose it again.
Inyri Forge shrugged and asked him how he ever knew in the first place.
Welcome back, he said.
Things clicked back into place. Inyri doesn't look so sad anymore.
At least, when she's occupied.
