Before - Legends Dear Diary...Noela here update 05 06 2007

Author: Noelie
Information: The first two posts of this journal were posted on Same Time, Next Year, but since the plan was that I continue them at some point, it would be difficult there, so I am moving them to their own thread.

The first diary entry was the first thing I ever wrote, and slowly I hope I am learning something!
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I am Noela Asenath Ovorp. I was born 15 years ago on the 24th day of the 10th month, galaxy standard years. My home world in my humble opinion, (this is an oxymoron, for most often my opinions are anything but humble) is the most beautiful of any, even Naboo.

I survey myself critically even as I write this in the old-fashioned hand my grandmother took great pains to make sure I understood, over all the technological advances of our worlds. I am not a great beauty, and as many mornings as I pray it will be different, I have come to accept that galaxy-shattering looks will never be mine. I am however, pretty in that wonderful non-descript way that allows me to indulge in my favorite entertainment of people watching. I have hitched my mass of brown hair up into a clip, and what I do see that I like are the eyes I was granted by genetic blessing from my grandmother.

Grandmother. Our family is of two minds on this extraordinary lady. Mine is the same as my father and grandfather. We adore her and believe her utterly, even if much of what she says has no context for our understanding. Others think she is merely a very charming, safe but insane eccentric. You see, my grandmother believes that she is from a place very far away, so far that we have not even been to her world of birth. It was from this world that she granted those in our family that asked, names from her tradition. My father of course asked, over the protestation of my mother, who loves my grandmother, but does not believe her and is still peeved that my father encouraged my belief in my grandmothers? stories, so my middle name became Asenath: She who belongs to Neir, goddess of Wisdom.

This is all becoming too serious; somehow I have to stop being fifty in a 14 year-old body. . Yes indeed, I can relate more of this as this journal proceeds, but it doesn?t match the flip-flop of happiness the flitterbugs in my stomach are accomplishing. I met someone today here on Coruscant and I have finished reporting the events to my grandmother by commlink. That venerable lady told me that something momentous had happened and if I did not have a journal just for this relationship, I would regret it in my future.

I have been working at an aide in the office of the Alderaanian embassy here on Coruscant, and I was informed last week that I was the perfect age for an agonizing tradition between the diplomatic offices and the Jedi Temple. I of course protested that I would be perfectly fine without this mercy date forced upon me, and that surely there would be some daughter of a senator or other such dignitary that would be far more appropriate.

No such luck. Said daughters had all refused, leaving various office staff, including myself and since I was deemed semi-presentable, I was the one chosen. I hate that clause ?other jobs as assigned? written into my contract. I swallowed my frustration and waited for the call. Who knows what I would find myself having to spend the evening with. I only prayed to the God of my grandmother that it wouldn?t be something that would mistake me for dinner.

The next several days the other office clerks regaled me with every tale they had ever heard about Jedi, and my presumed fate. At first I found it absurd, but then I could not ignore some of what they were telling me. Would my ?date? mind control me and make me do things I would not normally do? I had called grandmamma in a panic, and she reminded me that once she had been a member of a people that lies and myths were told about. ?Little one, you have been trained well to accept and make friends with all living beings. Just remember those rules of life I have taught you. You will succeed beautifully and you might make a wonderful new f

 

Information: This was the second posting on Same Time Next Year.

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I spent the next two days doing what all women in my predicament have done since time immemorial: Worrying about what I should wear and how I should act. If I was about to go to my doom as a fool of epic proportions, I wanted to at least look as well as I could. My best friend, Marjamne was intrigued by the upcoming event, and I would have given anything had my younger sister been old enough to be an apprentice in training so she could help to. I could always count on her for an honest opinion, called for or not.

?Honestly Noela, your white robe is perfect for you. Keep it simple and comfortable. You always look y our best if you stay away from too much extra frou-frou. Besides it is only a Jedi, and he is not eligible as a mate anyway.?

?Why?? I questioned absently, more interested in matching what little jewelry I had to the outfit, than in the little tidbit she was handing out like sweeties.

?I swear Noela, you are clueless about so many things. They are forbidden romantic attachments. The rumor even has it that they brainwash them away from love, although I know from a couple of girls at the university, that they are not necessarily celibate. Not that any of this is going to affect what is essentially a diplomatic affair.?

?No I expect not. We will probably do this one event, and I will bore him to tears, and that will be the end of it.?

She shook her head in consternation at me, and left for her course work at the University. I was to meet him in only a few hours, but until it was time for me to get ready, I had a few other duties at work to complete.

My co-workers despaired of getting my attention on work the rest of the afternoon, so they sent me early to get ready. Simple, my friend said, so simple is what I decided. I carefully took another look and deemed myself presentable, and gathered up my cloak against the cold winter evening air. I promptly crashed into the doorframe leaving my room. Rubbing my shoulder and the red mark I just caused myself, I kept repeating ?you go through door frames Noela, not into them. It is a simple rule, why have you never learned it?? Sighing, I knew it was useless. If we went through any doors this evening I was sure to repeat my performance.

Although it was winter out, the gardens were still gorgeous and frequented by many who found their presence calm and restful. I sank to a bench, to wait and closed my eyes, attempting to breathe deeply to calm myself.

?Noela??

Oh gods, it was his voice, and I opened my eyes to catch a glimpse of my escort. He was framed by sunlight, and so while I could not see his face, his height, although not the full adulthood length he would reach, was already impressive for a young age. As I moved to stand to get a better look, he held out his hand for me, again reinforcing that somewhere this young man was taught to be a gentleman. His stance and figure gave the sinewy impression of the warrior they were training him to be, and his poise was something I could only hope to emulate.

When my gaze reached his face however, I was stunned. It wasn?t that he was the most handsome young man I had ever met; it was simply that he was the most beautiful, and I again found myself praying silently to the god of my grandmother that if indeed she was right and he was the author of the universe that he do nothing to ever change this young man but to make him, well more him.

He was smiling at me, and I found the warmth of friendship in his eyes. ?Shall we go, lady? I have found a new little bistro The 23rd Hour tucked quietly away near the Temple. I thought we could share an adventure to begin a friendship, and try something no one knows anything about..? I nodded and he led me to where our waiting transport was parked.

I wish I could tell you I remember the trip, but mostly I was over-awed by his soul. As we arrived at the destination, he hopped out of the vehicle to help me out. I had forgotten in the meantime to repeat my instructions about d

 

I just finished putting a long-range comm to my Grandmamma. I found I had a little time before I have to leave for my duties at the Alderaanian offices.

We talked for a long time about responsibility and promises. I knew she was preparing me not to fall in love with Qui-Gon, but I don?t think she needs to worry, does she? Since everyone keeps bringing up that he is Jedi, like I haven?t heard the stories about what that entails, it mean that I must seem like some silly 15-year old. Oh, I suppose that would be it! I am a silly 15-year old.

I shouldn?t talk like I don?t adore my grandmother however, because she is the most amazing person I know. I want to be just like her when I grow up, but then I would have to get a lot more musical talent. She is still in the process of trying to recreate manuscripts from the music of her world, at least that which she remembers.

In the space between that paragraph and this there was delivery for me! Yes, a little note from Qui-Gon thanking me for the evening, and a small pink Corellian rose. How sweet! Of course, I will have to contact him and thank him. How fast is too fast to contact a boy? Are there rules that one should follow if that boy is Jedi? No matter, he has left a message on my commlink too. I can?t very well ignore that can I?

I think I will wait an hour. I don?t want him imagining that I have nothing better to do than to return his message right away. Besides I have to get to the cafeteria and make sure there is still something edible for breakfast.

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I am so frustrated! I knew there were lots of holoshill everywhere last night, but I thought they were there to take pictures of the important people! I have no idea why a girl from Alderaan and a Jedi padawan should have gotten their attention, but it seems that they decided to take pictures of just Qui-Gon and myself, or if they took others they sure didn?t publish them. Perhaps they like his brown robes.

Everyone at work was giving me a bad time. ?I didn?t know Jedi were so handsome? said Ezree. ?I didn?t know they could get so chummy with someone else!? exclaimed Dellar. Hmfph. The picture was with his hand on my arm, and we were smiling. You would thought we did somthing that indicated an Attachment instead of attachment!

Qui-Gon had a good sense of humor about it. (Yes, I contacted him. I managed to hold off 2 hours!) He just said I looked good and something about his nose. The ridiculous boy thinks his is too large.

On the other hand it has my boss taking notice of me. He mumbled something about being a good contact for the Jedi, then promptly put me on the fun raiser committee coming up in a couple of months. The wonderful thing about that will be all of the other beings from across the galaxy I will get to meet!

The other news is that Tani should be following me here to Coruscant in just a few months! I am so happy about that. I get very lonely for my family, and with my parents so busy, it means I don?t get to see anyone for the longest time!

I just left my last little message to Qui-Gon. It seems we are already able to joke about love and attachments. Can I tell you what a relief it is? I suppose that means that I am not in love with him. That has worried me all day, and for a 15-year old that is an eternity to be stressed about such things, but I think we are safe from such drama. However, let me tell you a secret: I think it will be fun making everyone else wonder about it, since I already am having so much fun watching others worry!

Time for me to sleep; may Taia watch over my loved ones tonight, even Qui-Gon!

 

Fantastic. I love Noela, she's so very... herself. It's great that she's decided to have fun with the relationship, and tease other people by making them think there's more to it than there is.

 

Awesome start. I like the parallels to Love, Qui-Gon.

 

Lilith Demodae-Good Morning! Thank you, I am trying. I am doing a little of this basing off of Love, Qui, as Ish indicated, but I am sure Noela will continue to assert herself here. I am glad you came to read!

Morning Ish! I couldn't sleep so here I am. There is too much priceless material to ignore in Love,Qui!

 

Very well done. Spilling food on white clothing? That doesn't come from someone we know does it?

I think I shall enjoy these diary enteries very much.

 

Work. I am 15 years old, so can someone tell me why I am not on some planet with a beach so I can swim, or mountains to climb, but instead find myself on Coruscant away from my family, and the GREEN fields and rolling hills of Alderaan? The only thing green I have seen here is Master Yoda, and I am pretty sure that observation borders on heretical.

Okay, enough grousing, but I have a horrible case of outdoor fever.

On the other hand, if you want shopping to rival anywhere in the galaxy, you can?t find it anywhere but Coruscant. Speaking of shopping, I have saved enough to buy something special for that fundraiser. Of course I am Taia blessed to be spectacularly average, so I am not sure what difference it will be, but I have my eye on a frock in dark blue shimmersilk. At least people will notice me for something if I wear it!

On the Jedi front, Qui-Gon has been ill with Bothan flu! His master wrote me a note, most polite and formal, almost as if I were a lady, and not the creature he looks at me like,as if he expects me to sprout snakes out of my head or something.

I have to admit that if I were just to describe him, Master Dooku is very handsome and distinguished, having the bearing of a prince. He sent his message about Qui-Gon in response to my panicked inquiry because he hadn?t answered me in several days, but somehow I am pretty sure he is wondering about the bad influence I am on his Padawan, particularly in the light of attachments.

New from home: Tani is still looking good to come here and start her studies, and then next year it should be Ciel. Wouldn?t it be fun if I were able to live with them? My parents still swoop around the galaxy, my father having incredible talent at business. My mother is his perfect foil looking like a queen, with her grace and sense of style. I miss all of them. I wonder how long it takes to get over homesickness?

My grandmother is still continuing work on transcribing music from her world. Today she was telling me about some composer who couldn?t hear but still managed to shake up her world with his music! The part of the story I really liked however was about a set of letters they found in his possession after his death written in his hand, passionate wonderful letters to some woman. Two hundred years later there were still arguments about who she was.

I am sighing right now with the romance of it all, knowing I will never be the object of such a grand passion, but wouldn?t it be fine?

I am off to get Qui-Gon some flowers. Can you send boys flowers to get better, especially when they are Jedi? Will his Master think I am an undesirable attachment if I do?

Better question: why is my journal sounding like a bad Holo-Opera?

 

Hey, wait a minute, I came up with half of the bad holo-opera mentioned thus far. I love your description of Dooku as a younger man.

 

The only thing green I have seen here is Master Yoda, and I am pretty sure that observation borders on heretical.
Okay, got to love that line!

This was one fun post. You put some great things into it. Why, I could hear Moonlight Sonata while I was reading it! What are the age differences between Noela, Tani, and Ceil?

 

Ish: well obviously dear your half wasn't the bad holo-opera: Hmmm. just think of the names. "One life to Save" "All my Jedi" "Coruscant Landing"

Araxie; At the time of Noela breaking Qui's nose she is 25 and I didnt' name it but think of Ciel being 19 and Tani being about 18 months older. Or there about. We really have to get this all nailed down and I keep making noises like I am going to, and then taking naps instead.

 

Since I was a little girl, I dearly wanted to be part of an adult party. I used to watch my parents dinner parties, hiding at the top of the stairs, looking through the balusters to all the women I thought were dressed so elegantly, and the men that looked so dashing. Mother and grandmamma would always look so elegant, their shoulders rising out of a gown of some exquisite workmanship and their gorgeous masses of hair crowning the top of their head in a way no mere metal and gems could do.

That is the romantic view of it. Now I have no idea what I was thinking! The fundraiser was long and boring, and just a bit confusing.

Well let me be more specific. Qui-Gon and his Master were there, and Master Dooku was rather amiable for him. Don?t get me wrong, I highly esteem the man, but he makes me feel three? months. I know I received the inspection from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, but to my relief after he had swept every possible flaw into his memory, he actually smiled and kissed my hand.

Well okay, so that was pretty nice and dashing, but it was Qui-Gon I was happiest to see. I haven?t actually laid eyes on him since our ?date?. Can a person get taller without actually putting on a gram?

He, of course had to make the obligatory comment about noses and such, so I played right along. Now of course the story is that I ?don?t like his nose?, and I didn?t start this! Boys say girls don?t make sense! The really tough part is that if I say something about loving his nose, which I do, Master Dooku would have been likely to overhear and die of apoplexy.

I can just see the headlines. ?Jedi Master killed by an Alderaanian temptress in Attachment with Padawan.?

Oh? so where was I? That?s right, on a discussion about what wasn?t so much fun. I seem to have found an admirer or two. The real problem is that they are old men! I mean there was Ambassador Palpatine that first brought me a drink, then brought me sweets, and then asked for a dance when there was no music, and he has to be at least? well 30! The limit was a request to take me out for not just drinks but drinks after the event.. would it be too dreadful to say "yuck"?

Cialan from work was there. He works for a local messenger service, and is often sent to bring us various documents from other embassies in the area. He seemed like he wanted to talk to me, but got a little shy, which is strange because we talk all the time when he brings us deliveries. Perhaps he just doesn?t enjoy ?official? functions, because we have had some enjoyable talks about the places on Coruscant he likes to go to, and he even mentioned that I might be able to join some friends and him sometime.

I tried to introduce Qui-Gon to him, but they just didn?t seem to hit it off. I think Qui-Gon was practicing his inscrutable looks, because the only other thing I could call them would be dour.

I have been having huge bouts of missing home lately, and it probably just got a little worse, since Qui-Gon and his Master are now headed for the wilds of Antibes. I would say I wish I could go with them, but really as much fun as it is to spend time with Qui-Gon, being home with my family would be what I want the most.

I suppose it is time to get some sleep now, and I hope to have dreams of green grass, wild flowers, Mother?s kiss, Father?s encompassing embrace, my sisters? giggles and my Grandmamma?s music.

Dreams are indeed a most blessed balm against homesickness.

 

Ew ew ew ew ew at Ambassador Palpatine! He's so...OLD! Loved Qui-gon having bouts of inscrutable looks.

 

Ish: Yeah.. Ewww is right. And his son is far worse, as we all know!

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I can?t stop laughing. I suppose the problem is serious and I shouldn?t be taking this so lightly, but I just have to confess the mental picture in my mind.

Qui-Gon has been ordered not to have any communications with me, because someone announced that he didn?t need to be set up with a nice Alderaanian girl. He already has one: me.

Confession being good for the soul, I can tell you that hasn?t stopped us from writing back and forth although we are very careful about comm usage. Well it makes a very good reason not to call him, as I keep being told is wrong to do with a boy, even one that is a Jedi and very much an unAttached friend. He won?t even sign, ?love? for Taia?s sake. How any more unAttached could he be?

What was funny is that he told me he was under the covers in the dead of night, in a bed he has described as being left over from when he was ten. I just can see him trying to find a way to be under the covers, with a light trying to find a place to put those longs arms and legs of his. I shouldn?t laugh. He values me as an acquaintance enough to go through all of that, but I just can?t help myself.

On the other hand I suppose this puts Master Dooku and me at a further emotional distance, and he was already ?cool? enough to make Hoth seem warm.

Qui-Gon asked me to try and secure a place for him to come and visit as part of a class assignment but that was no good. We got Padawan Tahl instead.

I am still not sure whether she disapproved of me because of the attachment issue that seems to obsess anyone that steps near a brown robe let along wear the thing, or if she is secretly in love with Qui-Gon. Being a man he refused to confess to anything. She certainly was impressive though. She always ?knew? everything even if it was something we found out five minutes before.

I really need to stop being so catty.

Qui-Gon had to go where grubs were his standard fair. He seemed to be handling it well. Of course that could be desperation for the always starved fate he has mentioned to me he lives with as of late.

Which if course leads to the subject; do I need to go on a diet? I noticed that Tahl was very slim. I mean so willowy, and all I am is this little compact thing with a pointed nose. How could anyone ever be noticed next to anyone like her?

I asked Grandmamma and she sort of choked. Poor lady. She only remember the years of want and torture she lived before coming to Alderaan, where sometimes they were grateful for soup with a piece of leather or bone in it, and all because she was the wrong religion. Anyway, she can?t imagine why anyone would voluntarily eat less food.

I suppose my next choice is just keeping up the exercise I do now, but I want to do something amazing, be something graceful. With my luck they won?t even let me play zoneball in university for fear I will knock a wall down or kill someone.

Time to quit whining and ?count my blessings? as Grandmamma says: so I can start with her. I love my sisters, who make me laugh, and I love my parents who are so proud of me. I love Qui-Gon (although don?t let any Jedi hear of my properly unAttached love for him). I am lucky to be on Coruscant?is any of this making you sick yet?

Time for sleep

 

LOL at that interpretation of those events.

 

Lol!

I just love Noela!

 

I understand, I am attached to her myself. Thanks for reading,because this little thread serves as sort of practice for me more than anything else, so I appreciate your kindness in reading it.

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Today I was able to go with some of my classmates to the Temple to watch some of the competition they have that inspire them to keep up with practicing their defense skills.

I feel like a bigger slug than ever. Qui-Gon was amazing, moving with so much grace and skill I can't imagine why he would even speak to me, little door loving klutzoid that I am. Tahl was also there, and I think Qui-Gon let her win. I wish he weren't quite so noble at times. He didn't see me, because he was busy, and somehow shouting "Go Qui!" just seemed out of place. I thought I might get a moment to say hello, but my friends were dying to go out and find some place to party, so I ended up hustling out, but it was good to see him.

They told me two weeks ago, that they felt that I should go to University, that I was moving too fast for most of the classes. I suppose it is a good thing, but I had never thought of myself as being ahead in any way. I mean sure I am a few years younger than most of the people I work with here,...well okay all of the other people I work with here, but I just thought they hired me because my boss is on good terms with my Grandmother.

I have been so busy with all of that, and about the only thing I have managed to do, other than send off a birthday present to Master Dooku.

Of course in my inimitable fashion toward idiocy, Qui-Gon tells me he has had hayfever.Strike 100 against Noela Ovorp vs Master Dooku. I should have known!

When I told Qui-Gon that I was applying to university and Antibes is my first choice, he seemed so kindly dissappointed. He really is just to nice for his own good. I can only imagine his life will actually be a little better without me present as a reminder to remind him about attachments and their devastating consequences.

He did write the most hysterical entrance essay for me. I can imagine what they would think if I had actually turned that one in.

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Wow, it has been a busy couple of days. I had a date which was fun.

Of course that has Qui-Gon in full protection mode, ready to do the Jedi thing over my friend just talking to me. I would say he needs a pet to take care of his overprotectiveness, but ten of them haven't seemed to make much of a difference.

However the big news is that I got a response back in no time from Antibes. I am almost sure the Jedi were influential in getting me in this easy, so that they could worry less about Qui-Gon's virtue. It really is funny, because I am so spectacularily average, and at the Temple there are people like... well Tahl.

However my boss said it was on my own merit, and that they had written him about how thrilled they were to have me coming to attend. That certainly is nice to think. The really wonderful thing is that I will be able to go visit home on the weekends!

The bad thing is that Tani is here, so I won't be able to see her as much as I thought I would in a few weeks. Still she will make a fine healer.

More later, I have to go pack, and they are actually letting Qui-Gon come and help me! Of course that gives my co-workers too much excuse for glee.

 

I'm glad to see this being updated again!

Loved how you're showing the other side of events we've read a bit about already. Also loved how you threw in Tahl a few times.

Poor Noela trying to be nice to Master Dooku and failing, again. That makes me wonder what Noela will think when the whole Separatist and Dooku is a Sith thing comes up later.

 

Very, very cute. You do well with Journal enteries. You can just see her mind working and wondering what on earth is she supposed to do?

 

LOL at the impropriety of yelling "GO QUI!"

 

I had arrived here in my quarters, and had just put away all of my belongings and was just trying to get a feel for what being at University was about when a hurricane arrived.

Someone forgot the storm warning.

Fang. What is more is that I had no idea that such a name was on the Alderaanian weather bureau's list of approved names for weather phenomenon.

There were good things about Fang. She didn't seem to have a preference for which side of the room she had, so how I set up things was fine, to a point. I will explain the point in a moment.

She is mature. To a point. She is definately entertaining, but I keep looking over my shoulder to see if there is a holocamera there and someone about to announce that this is an eleborate joke. To a point she is everything I say, but then her stuff ends up on my side of the floor, and parties after midnight are killing me off.

"Listen kid," she announced, "you are too uptight, too mature, and really scary. We need to get you into new clothes, get you a new hairdo, and you are just going to have to learn to like Ewok Genocide, because I am not going to play it quietly."

I guess I was told.

Apparently I need to be fixed. Oh... I read that and that just came out so wrong.

The phrase was "fixed up" and it sounds rather frightening.

I did find myself trying to find those few pieces of clothing she wouldn't just laugh outright at.

Of course that put me in panic that she wasn't just a solitary aberration and that I am the one out of step, so I made a very quick walk through campus and a decided run through the student union. Nobody there much paid attention except for a couple of people that were in line waiting for food that said something about "now they are sending crechelings to school" and were staring at me.

But my clothes didn't seem to out of date for Alderaan. I was seriously worried that something had happened and time had warped or something

I have decided to take zone ball. Why you ask dear journal? Well it is simple. Since I am a little klutz I decide that an activity that ensure that I was SUPPOSED to damage my fellow participants might be best. That way they won't get mad when the inevitable happens.

I really wanted to take up saberfighting, but then I remember Tahl and I knew I just wouldn't cut it. That and I just can't stand the thought of Qui-Gon laughing at me when I show him what I have learned. And perish the thought that Master Dooku hear that I took something like that.

Speaking of Qui-Gon, his picture now adorns my wall beside my bed along with my family holo's. Fang was really interested in it, and was even more intrigued when she found out he was a Jedi Padawan.

"There must be a lot more to you than I first thought. Perhaps there is hope for you after all. I bet my cousin would like to spend sometime with you. I am going to check."

Apparently that is what being "fixed up" consists of.

Oh my goodness! I forgot my astrophysics quizz I have to take today and I have an hour left to the deadline! I have so much to explain I will have to come back and do that later.

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I am about to get very emotional.

Let me explain, by starting to explain Fang. I thought at first she and I would never get along, but I swear that first day she set up a network of friends from across the galaxy that all greeted me with "Heya Noels, Fang told me we would be in the same class and she wants me to look out for you!"

I have never had such an easy network of friends without doing much of the work before in my life!

"Fang says you are a good kid, and that you are pretty cute, and that we should look after you so your Jedi boyfriend.. err.. Attachment doesn't have to worry about you."

It isn't just finding me friends and her planned "fix ups" that are great, however.

I began to think that Qui-Gon had just decided that since I went away to school that it would be a good time to cool our "Attachment" and get on with his life as a Jedi, and I would have respected that, when he finally answered.

It was the most

 

Testing... brilliant...

 

Aww, that was so sweet. I loved how Fang had the network of friends helping out Noela. Her helping on the Qui-Gon's first kill issue was nice too.

I'm glad I've gotten to know (over the phone and via email) my college roommate for this fall so that I at least have an idea what I'm getting into. You know, shouldn't have any heart attacks when I meet her now.

 

Reading this made me think of my days in the dorms!
I also enjoy how you have tied in some of the letters from Love, Qui-Gon.

 

Princess of Naboo: I am so glad you are going to have a good situation for this next year! I am glad that little excerpt sounded about right! Thanks for stopping by.

Araxie: I am glad you liked it
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You can call me Smoochy.

Fang got it into her head I needed something a bit more exciting and independent thinking like, well Fang. She was really trying for exciting when she tried to get my nose redecorated rather permanently for the Ewok Genocide concert.

With my rather vocal disagreement with that plan, we had to come up with another plan, but I am now "rather obsessed" with noses. Between Fang and Qui-Gon I am beginning to think I am insane. I very likely am!

At any rate we went to the concert with my clip earring in place.

Someone noticed it, and thought it was the coolest idea for a new pierced nose ring. I didn't have the heart to tell them it was only a clippy.

The concert was.. interesting. At least I wasn't shocked because I have heard so much of what was played endlessly in our room.

Qui-Gon at first seemed very sweet over the nose ring incident telling me that he didn't want me to "deface your perfect nose". I was beginning to wonder what standard of perfection that boy was adhering too, because frankly my nose is anything but perfect, when he at once poked a hole in my balloon of semi-happiness, and had me relieved at his taste conversly at the same time when he told me, and I quote: "I am not in love with anything! Especially not your body parts."

I suppose the next time his Master, or the council is having fits because we are friends I can just send that little statement so they can feel better.

Anyway, at that point Fang decided that telling him that my name is now Smoochy, along with the fact that I am dating her cousin Maron, would be a good idea.

His response was to name his snake after me.

::Sigh:: Honesty also has me admitting that part of that was that I forgot his birthday! I had been missing sending him messages, which of course is bad enough, but then I FORGOT HIS BIRTHDAY!

Fang at least sent him the snake that he named after me. I suppose because I behaved like one.

Drat it can be rotten being me at times!

News on the family front, is that Tani is settling into her initiate classes for healing very well. She lives in a dorm where other kids as young as she is reside while they take classes. My parents are still busy, my mother in charge of the latest literature review and ball.

Grandmamma has sent me some of her Stroodal. I know, it doesn't make sense, but it is wonderful to eat. If I feel benevolent enough I might send some to Qui-Gon someday.