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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/4/06 10:08am Subject: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents, updated 6/3 - Date Edited: 6/3 5:39am (18 edits total) Edited By: VaderLVR64
	Title: A Place to Call My Own Author: VaderLVR64 Characters: OCs Genre: Romance, drama, humor, a little bit of everything thrown in! Summary: The courtship of Qui-Gon’s parents, featuring OCs from the story Far From Home A Place to Call My Own Lenora Meretti was dreading the night ahead. Her mother had made it clear that her presence would be required at a dinner party tonight, and not the way she wanted to spend her evening. It would be the same boring people, having the same mind-numbingly dull conversations about things that really meant nothing at all. The women would discuss their new jewels and the gowns they had ordered, while the men would talk about politics and the state of the economy. There was not an original thinker among them. Sometimes she just wanted to scream out her frustration, but she was sure that they would merely stare at her curiously and resume their inane conversations. She sighed as she peered out of her room. The way was clear and she smiled, slipping out of her chamber and walking quickly but quietly down the corridor. Lenora went down the back stairs, the ones the servants used, knowing she would never encounter her mother there. Lady Meretti would never associate with the servants, and using their stairwell might bring her into unwanted contact with them. For the moment, Lenora was safe from discovery. Lenora greeted the cook and her staff as she passed through the kitchen, unaware of their fond smiles as she passed. She had passed many happy hours in the big, warm kitchen, chattering away with the servants while her mother thought she was hunched over an embroidery frame or reading some dull treatise on the proper behavior for young ladies. Giving a sigh of relief as she made it safely outdoors, Lenora ran swiftly toward her garden. Within the formal gardens, there was a smaller, more humble one, set off from the rest by a high stone wall. She had discovered it years ago, and it was there she retreated when she needed to cry or laugh, or do any of the many things that her mother said girls of her station were not supposed to do. Apparently, there was not much that was on the “permissible” list. The gate creaked when she opened it and Lenora could feel her anger draining away as the little garden embraced her like an old friend. She sat down on the bench that had witnessed so many of her childhood troubles and joys, and closed her eyes. She felt the sun shining down on her in, bathing her in its gentle warmth, and she savored the cool breeze that blew her hair around her face. It was a beautiful day, and she had stolen some time to enjoy it. Wishing fervently that she could stay here all night, she tried to forget that she would spend another evening bound in by her station and all that entailed. How she wished she could trade lives with Sarta! Sarta was her best friend, a fact that horrified her mother. Lady Meretti chose to ignore it, hoping that Lenora would soon find a friend of a more suitable station. The girls, however, had been best friends since they were just five years old. They had met in this very garden, and Sarta had been sitting on this bench, terrified by a honeydarter that had settled on her knee. The young girl had quickly glanced up with frightened eyes, torn between fear at being caught in the garden and provoking the honeydarter into stinging her. Lenora had walked forward with a friendly smile, sensing the girl’s fear. “Are you afraid of honeydarters?” she asked quietly. The girl nodded carefully, her eyes locked on the insect resting on her leg. “Me, too,” Lenora confided as she came closer. She could see that the other girl was trembling. “Want me to get it off you?” she asked, half hoping that the girl would say no. After a moment’s pause, the little girl nodded and Lenora took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “Okay, I will,” she whispered, stalling. “Hurry, please,” the girl had said quietly, tears lurking in her voice. “I will,” Lenora said, but she hesitated, unsure what she should do. “I think it’s going to sting me,” the little girl fretted. “I won’t let it,” Lenora vowed, though she had no idea how she would stop it. The little girl had looked up and the two of them had formed a bond in that moment. Lenora smiled reassuringly and then, without thinking, reached out to brush away the bee. She was so surprised to make contact with it that she yelled and the other girl began to cry. Then Lenora realized that the bee had flown away. Lenora peered at her hand, sure that there would be a welt rising up, an injury that would have to be explained to her mother and she knew she would have to sit quiet – no fidgeting, Lenora! – while her mother lectured her on “proper behavior for a lady.” Taking her hand, the little girl had peered at it anxiously and then looked up with a grin. “It didn’t sting you,” she said, obviously impressed. “I told you,” Lenora bragged, though she knew she had just been lucky. “I’m Sarta,” the little girl said shyly. “I’m the cook’s daughter.” “I know,” Lenora said just as quietly. “I saw you when you moved in last month.” She tilted her head as she studied the girl. “Do you like it here?” Giggling, Sarta nodded. “You’ve got a pretty house,” she confided. “And my mama is happy,” she added. Then her little face grew solemn. “But there aren’t many other children around.” Bashfully, Lenora held out her hand. “I’m here,” she offered. “We can be friends.” “Friends,” Sarta had said and then she laughed again. And from that moment on, the two girls were inseparable. Even now, the memory made Lenora smile. From far away, she heard the call of the wild birds that lived in the forest beyond the estate. The noise roused her from her pleasant daydreams and she got to her feet. Carefully, she inspected the flowers she had planted and tended so carefully. These were not the hothouse flowers that the ladies of society grew, but humble little blossoms that appealed to her. There was the hardy rilana flower, and the tiny mist roses, growing alongside blooms of every size and color. This garden was her place, the one spot that she felt she could be herself, and the flowers she grew here reflected that. She talked to the plants, praising them for their beauty, commiserating with them if they seemed to droop a bit, patted the soil around their roots carefully; tending them like a mother cares for an infant. Softly, she sang to them as she worked, forgetting the evening that stretched out ahead of her like an unavoidable toothache. Soon, her gentle lullaby shifted to a more raucous ballad, one the servants sang when they did not know the young lady of the manor was about. It was a ribald song, lusty and coarse, but it had a lovely tune. Lenora’s voice rang out clear and true as she sang, losing herself in the joy of being in her garden and alone at last. “That’s quite a song for a young lady to be singing,” a deep voice came from the garden gate, which she had not heard open, so caught up had she been in her work. Lenora gasped and jumped to her feet, hiding her grimy hands in the folds of her skirt. “Who are you?” she demanded. “And what are you doing here?” The young man smiled and she was a little dazzled at the warmth of his smile. His blue eyes twinkled at her and he shrugged. “Just delivering a shipment to the estate and I heard you singing when I had to put something in the garden,” he said as he let his eyes roam up and down her figure. Somehow, his appraisal was not insulting, but rather merely an honest admiration for what he saw. “And what are you doing here?” he asked with a grin. “I live here,” Lenora said rather imperiously, her natural shyness making her retreat behind the cool manners her mother had taught her. Some of the warmth left his eyes. “My apologies, my lady,” he said stiffly. He gave her a curt bow and turned to leave. Lenora watched him go, feeling strangely bereft. “Wait!” she called out as she ran toward him. He stopped abruptly and she ran into him. She grunted in reaction, it felt like she had run into a duracrete wall. He reached out to steady her, the smile back on his face. She looked up at him in a daze. “By the goddess,” she breathed. “You’re huge!” And indeed, he towered over her like no man ever had. The top of her head barely reached his shoulder. “You’re just little,” he countered. He did not release her, but kept his big warm hand on her elbow. Blinking up at him, she was unable to repress her smile. “I’m Lenora,” she said quietly. “I’m Amri-Lon Jinn,” he replied, his fingers now lightly stroking the skin of her arm. She was strangely comforted by his touch. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Jinn,” Lenora murmured. “Call me Amri,” he offered. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 8/4/06 10:35am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	That's sweet. Loved the backstory with her best friend. Since Lenora sings to the plants, does she have a touch of Force-sense? Loved the way you introduced Amri. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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Layren Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 8/4/06 11:29am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	Awwwwwwwwwwww Qui-Gon's mother singing to plants, I can totally see that! This is so good, Kim Really hoping for more soon! -----signature----- Proud Master to Ara-gon The Triad Chronicles http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/25934993/p1/?177 (OC's) Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?0 2008 Dear Diary Challenge I am Jinngerbread.
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VadersMistress Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 8/4/06 4:11pm Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	I'm feeling girly, so this appealed. -----signature----- And what it all comes down to is that I haven't got it figured out just yet. Would I rather be feared or loved? Um... Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me. Persia pwns your face.
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Princess_Arulmozhi Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/4/06 9:13pm Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	Loved it already, Vadey! And so this is how it all began. I can just see Lady Meretti wrinkling her nose at Lenora's friends. You go girl! Always knew, on one side or the other, Qui-Gon, high born, he was. -----signature----- Perceptions (Xanatos/Obi/Qui/Anakin) AU:http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25276178/p1/?7 - vignette Stones (Li'l Obi/Qui) - http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/23371821/p1/ Best Author, WFFA (BtS) 05/06 Lore-Master to 7
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/5/06 2:49am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	How delightful to see this beginning. “By the goddess,” she breathed. “You’re huge!” LOL, couldn't help but lol @ this. Might I ask for PM updates dear lady?? -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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oqidaun Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/5/06 9:40am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	Wow. What a start. I love the setting you craft here. -----signature----- . . . .
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/6/06 10:27am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	dianethx Not sure about Force sensitivity, but she does like growing things. Layren I think I'm going to have fun writing it! VadersMistress Are you sure you're not sick? Princess_Arulmozhi He sort of has that bearing, doesn't he? Healer_Leona Qui-Gon has to get that height from SOMEWHERE! oqidaun Thanks! Glad to have you along for the ride! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/7/06 6:04am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	Very nice beginning. Poor Lenora! Despite living an upper class life, she's not able to live the way she'd like. It'll be interesting to see how Amri-Lon helps her to change that. Looking forward to more -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 8/7/06 6:42am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	Loved it. “Wait!” she called out as she ran toward him. He stopped abruptly and she ran into him. She grunted in reaction, it felt like she had run into a duracrete wall. He reached out to steady her, the smile back on his face. She looked up at him in a daze. “By the goddess,” she breathed. “You’re huge!” And indeed, he towered over her like no man ever had. The top of her head barely reached his shoulder. “You’re just little,” he countered. He did not release her, but kept his big warm hand on her elbow. Their meeting was just so...perfect, romantic. Now I've got this silly little grin on my face because of this lovely story. And loved the backstory with Sarta, too. Don't keep us waiting too long for more! -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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Lady_Padme_Organa Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 8/7/06 3:07pm Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	I've always wondered why Qui-Gon was so tall! I agree with Gina: their meeting was so perfect and romantic!! I can't resist romance stories!! Please keep me posted on how you're doing, please VaderLVR64!!! If you need assistance, please don't hesitate to PM me and ask for help!! I'd be glad to help, especially with me experiencing a bad case of writer's block very often!! lol -----signature----- My Master is LaYa until further notice!!!! Proud member of The Royal Handmaiden Society! Obi-Wan and Anakin fan!!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/9/06 6:47am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents
	KELIA I love these characters, so writing them is a joy. Gina I won't. In fact, here's a post! Lady_Padme_Organa Thank you for reading, and I hope to update about once a week. Chapter 2 He had eyes that lent themselves to laughter. Lenora smiled at her own reflection in the mirror at this fanciful thought. As she adjusted a curl in her elaborate hairstyle, she pondered how infrequently real laughter was heard in her home. Home? To be honest, it did not seem like a home at all, which was strange, because she had never lived anywhere else. It seemed to her, however, that a home should be a place she could be herself. She could not help but feel that somewhere out there was a real home, a place she could call her own – just waiting for her to find it. The big, awkward man she had met in the garden just seemed to confirm all the secret dreams she had been harboring for so long. Maybe one day, she would find her way free of the life that smothered her. Lenora laughed at the thought of running down the hall, screaming for sheer joy at the unexpected turn her life had taken. She fantasized about telling her mother that she did not want to waste another moment at yet another dinner party attended by people she neither liked nor cared about. Her mother would not find it amusing at all, and her father would merely stare at her in bewilderment. He would be utterly perplexed at her odd behavior and exhort her to behave more in accordance with her mother’s wishes. Her father was as cool in his affections as her mother, but less likely to argue. Lenora often wondered if her father always agreed with Lady Meretti because quarrelling with her was too difficult and frustrating. Lady Meretti ruled her home and her family with a durasteel fist. Fleetingly, she imagined what Amri-Lon Jinn’s family was like. While he was growing up, his home would have been filled with laughter, she was sure of it. He had eyes that said he liked to laugh and did so every chance he got. Maybe he could teach me to laugh, she mused, real laughter, not the polite tittering that passes for laughter in society. There was something about the tall young man she had met today, something that appealed to her in a very basic sense. She wanted to know him better, and somehow she sensed that he could change her life – could help her find the courage to change into the person she had always wanted to be. “No use thinking about him Lenora Meretti,” she scolded her image. “You’ll never see him again and you know it!” But something in her eyes disagreed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dinner party that evening was not as bad as Lenora had anticipated – it was far worse. It soon became clear that her mother had finally decided it was time to settle down to the business of finding a suitable husband for her only child, and she had done so with a vengeance. All the proprieties must be observed, of course, and her mother must have called upon every acquaintance she had to round up as many potential candidates as she could. There were six young men of the right station and from the right families were in attendance, but Lenora found that none of them could hold her attention for long. She had to admit that it was her own fault, for the guests were not any more boring or obnoxious than usual. Tonight, however, she could not help but compare every young man that was trotted out for her inspection to the young man with the impudent smile who had wormed his way into her thoughts. Amri’s chest was much wider, she found herself thinking. I don’t think his hands would be as soft and useless as this man’s hands, she mused when letting yet another hopeful suitor kiss her hand. His lips looked soft, though, she thought to herself. There had been nothing else soft about him, however, other than those full lips. No, he had been very masculine, capable and proud – but not vain. There was a difference, Lenora knew, between vanity and pride, though that did not seem to have occurred to anyone else in the room. Lenora watched with ill-concealed disdain as the women preened for men who had probably spent more time in front of the mirrors than the elegantly dressed females around them. Fortunately, not one among them was observant enough to notice her disgust, nor would they have believed it if they did notice it. They were all too wrapped up in their discussions about nothing. Finally, when she guessed that everyone was distracted, she slipped out into the hallway and through the kitchens once more. Every servant there would turn a blind eye and claim ignorance if Lady Meretti went looking for her. If her mother noticed her absence, there would be hell to pay tomorrow, but for a little while, she was free. Slowly, she walked up and down the neatly ordered rows of tidy, demure blooms until the sight of so much organization drove her to her own tiny, chaotic haven. When she opened the gate and saw the big figure sitting on her bench, she realized she was not surprised. Somehow, she had been expecting him – it was almost as if he had called to her. Shyly, she approached and he came to his feet, and once more Lenora was struck by his sheer size. “Are you real?” she asked softly, half-afraid that speaking would break the spell and he would disappear – forever. He smiled, his teeth shining white in the moonlight, providing a striking contrast to his thick, black beard. “I hope so,” he answered. “I’d hate to think that this moment doesn’t exist.” She smiled at him and felt delighted laughter welling up inside her. She had been right – he could teach her how to laugh. “Are you real?” he asked with a grin, remaining where he was, not moving closer as if he did not wish to startle her. It was Lenora who moved, taking a step toward him. She caught a hint of his clean, masculine scent and thought how much nicer it was than all the costly fragrances that some men wore. “I’m not sure,” she said solemnly. “Sometimes I don’t feel as if I’m real,” she admitted with a tilt of her head. She was amazed at her own honesty. What prompted her to bare her soul to this man she had just met, when she knew so well how to dissemble and mislead when she wanted to? Amri-Lon reached out slowly, giving her plenty of time to back away, and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “You’re right,” he whispered. “You’re too beautiful to be real.” He seemed embarrassed by the words, but he did not take them back. He shifted nervously on his feet. Lenora resisted the urge to nuzzle into that big palm, wondering at her uncharacteristic lack of restraint. “I shouldn’t be out here…alone…with you,” she confessed in a husky whisper. “No…you shouldn’t,” he agreed. “I’m not the sort of man your parents would approve of,” he added with a regretful shake of his big, shaggy head. Smiling sadly, Lenora whispered, “They don’t approve much of me either.” “Then they’re fools,” he said firmly, and her heart warmed at his obvious and complete approval. His gaze seemed tender in the moonlit garden. “Why are you here?” he asked. “I have no idea,” she answered honestly. “I just knew that if I didn’t get out of there I was going to scream.” “Do you scream often?” he asked with a quirk of one dark brow. “I don’t know,” she answered. “I rather think I would if I was given the chance.” She sensed his amusement at her answer. “What do you know then?” Again, there was just that tantalizing hint of laughter in his voice. She suddenly realized what his attraction was, Amri-Lon Jinn was a happy man. Lenora wondered if he knew how rare that gift was, but she thought that perhaps he did. “I…” she swallowed hard. “I know that I want to get to know you better.” Unable to help herself, her eyes went to those full, soft lips. “We shouldn’t,” he said. “Shouldn’t what?” she asked in a whisper. “This, you, me, any of it,” he replied, his voice cracking. “I’m no good for the likes of you.” “Who are you good for then?” Lenora murmured, moving closer and watching with amusement as he took a step back. “Girls of my own class, servants and country girls,” Amri replied, and now she saw his eyes were on her lips as well. “Lucky girls,” Lenora teased. Then she cocked her head and gave him a smile that seemed to make him stop breathing for just a moment. “So you’re going to hold my birth against me?” “I think I should,” he answered uncertainly. “You think too much,” she said as she took another step closer. She was stopped by his huge hands closing gently around her arms. He shook his head at her. “That’s enough of that, Lenora,” he warned. “You’d better leave while I can still let you. Run back to your parents’ house and thank the goddess for your narrow escape.” Shaking her head, she felt his breathing grow more rapid and his hands clenched unintentionally around her arms. “It’s not nearly enough,” she told him. “But I can be patient.” Laughing softly, she pursed her lips at him and winked. “You’ll kiss me one day, Amri-Lon Jinn, just see if you don’t.” With that, she slipped free of his grasp and turned to go. When she reached the gate, he called out to her. “Lenora?” She whirled around, her skirts settling into soft folds around her. “Yes?” she asked, her lips quirking in a teasing smile. “You’re right about one thing,” he admitted. “What’s that?” “I’ll kiss you one day,” Amri said with a firm nod of his head. Then he grinned and she felt a surge of something go through her, something she had never felt before. “But I’ll be kissing you in my own good time…and not a moment before.” “Tease!” she called out, sticking her tongue out at him. Amri chuckled and the sound of it made her shiver pleasantly. “I never tease,” he said. “I make promises.” -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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Healer_Leona Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 8/9/06 7:22am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/9
	Awww, I love the happiness that Lenora exudes when thinking of Amri-Lon and how she compared her mother's choice of suitors to him. I was more than thrilled when she left the dinner party to find Amri out in the garden and their conversation was more than delightful. That playful, teasing banter between them was just exquiste. I so want to be her right now. -----signature----- Still crazy after all these years.
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 8/9/06 3:54pm Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/9
	She's playing with fire. I think her parents would have a fit and might make it difficult for Amri. She should be more careful - meet him outside of her home. Loved that she kept comparing him to her unsuitable suitors. Good job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 9/22/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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Lady_Padme_Organa Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 8/9/06 7:32pm Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/9
	That was so cute!! Wish I could be as lucky as Lenora!!! Amri seems handsome and like a good guy!! -----signature----- My Master is LaYa until further notice!!!! Proud member of The Royal Handmaiden Society! Obi-Wan and Anakin fan!!
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Gina Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 8/10/06 4:47am Subject: RE: A Place to Call My Own - prequel to Far From Home, Qui-Gon's parents. updated 8/9
	I actually read this last night, but due to "circumstances" (LOL!), I didn't get to leave a reply. But here it is now. She had to admit that it was her own fault, for the guests were not any more boring or obnoxious than usual. Tonight, however, she could not help but compare every young man that was trotted out for her inspection to the young man with the impudent smile who had wormed his way into her thoughts. Amri’s chest was much wider, she found herself thinking. I don’t think his hands would be as soft and useless as this man’s hands, she mused when letting yet another hopeful suitor kiss her hand. Oh, yeah, she's falling hard! “Are you real?” she asked softly, half-afraid that speaking would break the spell and he would disappear – forever. Awwww!!! Amri-Lon reached out slowly, giving her plenty of time to back away, and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “You’re right,” he whispered. “You’re too beautiful to be real.” He seemed embarrassed by the words, but he did not take them back. He shifted nervously on his feet. Lenora resisted the urge to nuzzle into that big palm, wondering at her uncharacteristic lack of restraint. “I shouldn’t be out here…alone…with you,” she confessed in a husky whisper. “No…you shouldn’t,” he agreed. “I’m not the sort of man your parents would approve of,” he added with a regretful shake of his big, shaggy head. Oh, there are so many sparks flying between these two they could set off a fire. LOL!! “I’ll kiss you one day,” Amri said with a firm nod of his head. Then he grinned and she felt a surge of something go through her, something she had never felt before. “But I’ll be kissing you in my own good time…and not a moment before.” “Tease!” she called out, sticking her tongue out at him. Amri chuckled and the sound of it made her shiver pleasantly. “I never tease,” he said. “I make promises.” Oh, my! Can't say enough times how much I love this story! -----signature----- A long time ago in a house far away, there was a mother who was strong in the ways of the Force. She "forced" her sons to clean their room, she "forced" her sons to behave. - Part of a story written by my 9 yr. old sons I found while cleaning their desks
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