[OOM] Devotion

[fighting_mad]

It was the middle of the night when Plourr woke suddenly. This was not her bunk it was too big where was her blas--

Oh.

She sat up in the darkness, leaning her head back against the wall. She had been on Eiattu a week now; you'd think she could kriffing remember that. She opened her eyes and methodically untangled herself from the sheets and rolled out of the huge bed. She crossed the stone cold floor, but paused in the doorway and then ducked into the wardrobe, emerging with a short robe. It was hot pink and shimmery, unfortunately, but it would do for getting her down to the palace kitchens and back without causing any coronaries along the way. She pulled it on and belted it at the waist, immediately discovering that, just like most of her title-appropriate clothing, it was too small. Apparently, whoever had stocked the closets had assumed that the heir to the throne was of the same stock that her mothers and sisters had been – namely, delicate.

The reality of a six foot tall princess who could take out a zoneball team had left more than a few courtiers and servants in the palace scrambling.

Rolling the robe’s too-short sleeves up to her elbows, she went out into the dark corridor, fingers curled around the hold-out blaster in her pocket.

Dialogue in italics from Dark Horse Comics' Star Wars: Rogue Squadron: The Warrior Princess.

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[fighting_mad]

"No, it's really not. Are you tired?" This may seem like an incomprehensible jump, but she understands it fully well.

[sw-npc.livejournal.com]

Rial does not understand it, fully or otherwise, but he regards her steadily all the same. "No, my Princess."

[fighting_mad]

"Good. Then you can explain to me some of what happened in the years I was gone."

[sw-npc.livejournal.com]

"Politically, economically, socially...?"

[fighting_mad]

"All of that in regards to the Priamsta, primarily; I'd like to hear how they've been governing the planet." She smiles faintly, very wryly. "So I know what not to do."

[sw-npc.livejournal.com]

Rial nods somberly. "Of course." He opens his mouth, then pauses. "You aren't tired, either?" He is surprised; she has been on the go constantly since she arrived.

[fighting_mad]

"I got a few hours of sleep already." On a table after kriffing with Aeryn.

Uh. It goes without saying that this is not going to be spoken.

She realizes belatedly that she only left Rial's company after dinner an hour or two ago.

"Earlier in the day, I mean," she adds hurriedly. "Naps-- I'm fine, Rial. Talk."

[sw-npc.livejournal.com]

Rial is unconvinced, but she says she's fine, so he will simply keep a watchful eye out for signs of exhaustion. "Very well, Princess." He rests his hands on the table and leans in. "After the-- coup twelve years ago, the entire planet was in an uproar..."



Rial makes the second pot of caf an hour later, and the third as the sun is beginning to rise.