Plourr Estillo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fighting_mad) wrote2006-06-10 05:37 pm
fighting_mad) wrote2006-06-10 05:37 pm
[OOM] Tradition
Plourr had never been overly concerned with cleanliness, but standing at the head of a receiving line, after an hour of greeting well-wishers and courtiers, she desperately wanted to wash her hand. Still, at least the Rogues were suffering alongside her.
One of them—Plourr didn't know which; she was too busy smiling at a plump woman and half-listening to her to notice—asked, “So tell me, which life do you prefer, princess or pilot?”
“Difficult question. I was born one, but made myself into the other.” Her voice grew quieter; the plump woman moved on. “I’ve spent so much of my life fighting, I can hardly remember what this life is like.”
Another hand took hers. This one was big, even bigger than her own, and callused and gentle. “It would be too much to hope you remember me, Isplourrdacartha,” said its owner.
She looked up at him, smile at the ready. Tall, broad-shouldered, long brown hair, mustache, dressed in the royal purple and gold of the Priamsta; looked like he’d be a formidable foe. Except that it was difficult to be intimidated by him when he was smiling so strongly at her.
“Why no, I’m afraid I don’t. You are?” she asked.
“Count Rial Pernon.”
Her eyes went wide. “Rial…”
Oh shavit.
“Ah, yes, I do recall…” She withdrew her hand quickly. “If you will excuse me.”
The big man nodded. Plourr fled before she could see his smile crumble.
Behind her, as she crossed the room, there were voices.
“She is beautiful, is she not? Even more beautiful than I remember.”
Introductions, Wedge’s and Pernon’s voices fading as she got farther away.
“I am her second cousin. We grew up together. I do admit, I am a little disappointed in her reaction.
You would think she would be happier to see her future husband.”
[All dialogue from Star Wars: X-Wing: The Warrior Princess, ©Dark Horse Comics & Lucasfilm.]
One of them—Plourr didn't know which; she was too busy smiling at a plump woman and half-listening to her to notice—asked, “So tell me, which life do you prefer, princess or pilot?”
“Difficult question. I was born one, but made myself into the other.” Her voice grew quieter; the plump woman moved on. “I’ve spent so much of my life fighting, I can hardly remember what this life is like.”
Another hand took hers. This one was big, even bigger than her own, and callused and gentle. “It would be too much to hope you remember me, Isplourrdacartha,” said its owner.
She looked up at him, smile at the ready. Tall, broad-shouldered, long brown hair, mustache, dressed in the royal purple and gold of the Priamsta; looked like he’d be a formidable foe. Except that it was difficult to be intimidated by him when he was smiling so strongly at her.
“Why no, I’m afraid I don’t. You are?” she asked.
“Count Rial Pernon.”
Her eyes went wide. “Rial…”
Oh shavit.
“Ah, yes, I do recall…” She withdrew her hand quickly. “If you will excuse me.”
The big man nodded. Plourr fled before she could see his smile crumble.
Behind her, as she crossed the room, there were voices.
“She is beautiful, is she not? Even more beautiful than I remember.”
Introductions, Wedge’s and Pernon’s voices fading as she got farther away.
“I am her second cousin. We grew up together. I do admit, I am a little disappointed in her reaction.
You would think she would be happier to see her future husband.”
[All dialogue from Star Wars: X-Wing: The Warrior Princess, ©Dark Horse Comics & Lucasfilm.]