Not sure where I'm supposed to do this. But here goes: Of Talismans and Treasure - (Summary - both Leia and her maid notice something interesting about the "treasure" the child picked up at the lake. Prompt: a garden, muddy boots, a broken toy.) One day Princess Leia traipsed up from the garden shoreline, a mix of dirt and lakewater spattered across (thankfully!) a play set of lower-end thranta-skin moccasins. The six-year-old wasn’t scolded; this wasn’t unusual and her nurse was content to let the princess grow confident among nature before Bail filled her schedule to limit. It was what she found – a partial sphere of blueish stone, like a half-missing marble – that caused her maid to mark the moment. Leia, she was sure, hadn't just happened upon it randomly. For there was an ever so slight feel to the crystal gem. “This color's lovely!” Leia said that night at bedtime. “Like…” Her nurse didn’t say, but it had a salient shimmer unmistakably similar to those emitted by a Jedi’s drawn weapon. "It’s just like yours." "My what?” That made her wonder more about the strength of the child’s sense. She watched as Leia put the stone into the "treasure" drawer in her desk and crawled onto her pillow again. "Your eyes, my Taya.” Leia yawned and turned over to sleep. Taya picked up the child’s mud-stained moccasins and switched the single neuro-lamp on. Your eyes are like the Senator’s, she thought. She couldn’t have expressed even to an older charge the sense and memory the gem’s Force invoked -- sense, because it was now forbidden; and memory, because it only echoed in her deepest parts. His was blue. And so was your father's.