James Prent
Mar 9th, 2004, 12:45:50 PM
James was tucked into the corner of a booth, hands around a cup of strong caf. She'd just come back from her meeting with Master D'an, and had a lot to think about.
She felt that she needed to discover more about her past in order to explain the visions she kept having about her future. Master D'an had promised to look into her adoption records, but had thus far uncovered nothing. It had been suggested that she meditate on a dream that she used to have...a nightmare from her extreme youth.
In the dream, what she could remember, she was being held by a woman with dark hair and sad eyes. The woman, who she'd always assumed was her birth mother, was singing a lullabye to her, and then a white monster always came in and took James away, while the lullabye turned into blood curdling screams.
During the talk with Figrin D'an, James had made the leap that perhaps the white monster was in fact, a stormtrooper. It was no secret that James had been adopted out of an Imperial-run orphanage, but her adoptice parents had been able to tell her nothing more than that. They'd been unable to concieve on their own, and so the addition of James to their little apartment made them complete as a family.
She felt embarrassed, as though it were an insult to her adoptive parents to go delving in to the past. And to actually seek out a vision was a little scary as well. Master D'an had said that she should only do it of her own volition, and that she should be calm and careful about it. Or something like that.
James clutched the caf, and tried not to worry.
She felt that she needed to discover more about her past in order to explain the visions she kept having about her future. Master D'an had promised to look into her adoption records, but had thus far uncovered nothing. It had been suggested that she meditate on a dream that she used to have...a nightmare from her extreme youth.
In the dream, what she could remember, she was being held by a woman with dark hair and sad eyes. The woman, who she'd always assumed was her birth mother, was singing a lullabye to her, and then a white monster always came in and took James away, while the lullabye turned into blood curdling screams.
During the talk with Figrin D'an, James had made the leap that perhaps the white monster was in fact, a stormtrooper. It was no secret that James had been adopted out of an Imperial-run orphanage, but her adoptice parents had been able to tell her nothing more than that. They'd been unable to concieve on their own, and so the addition of James to their little apartment made them complete as a family.
She felt embarrassed, as though it were an insult to her adoptive parents to go delving in to the past. And to actually seek out a vision was a little scary as well. Master D'an had said that she should only do it of her own volition, and that she should be calm and careful about it. Or something like that.
James clutched the caf, and tried not to worry.