weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
All her things were packed; her room had been restored to its original state, her X-Wing was prepped, and her blaster, gaderffii, and lightsaber cleared out of the weapons locker. Tahiri didn't own that much, and everything non-essential that she'd accumulated over the last three years had been shipped out ahead of her. The rest was stowed safely in her X-Wing in the junkyard, and her lightsaber clipped to her belt.

She wasn't one to leave without saying goodbye, though, and she'd made sure to send messages to let them know she was headed out, that she'd love to see them one more time before she left, and if not then she'd keep in touch and try to come back for a visit as soon as she could -- and, most importantly, that she cared about them all. That was something she'd never leave unsaid again.

But now all of the preparations were done and there were still a few hours to go before Tahiri absolutely had to leave, and she made her way out to the patch of beach where she'd spent so much time. (It was always the same, and yet different, as was the nature of sand, and there was something fitting about that. Tahiri supposed she could puzzle out the philosophy of it all on the trip home.) There would be beaches on Zonama Sekot, she was sure, but none of them held the memories, painful and happy and everything in between, of this one.

Walking a couple of feet out into the surf, she stood and let the waves wash over her feet, closed her eyes, and opened herself to the Force to really just feel Fandom one more time.

[OOC: *CLIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS to my girl forever wah* Tahiri's last post in Fandom, yes, and absolutely open if you want to stop by. I'll happily SP this as long as necessary, since I don't think I'm gonna be pinging too fast at work. Mostly because I don't want to have to explain why I'm all wibbly . . .]
weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
All her things were packed; her room had been restored to its original state, her X-Wing was prepped, and her blaster, gaderffii, and lightsaber cleared out of the weapons locker. Tahiri didn't own that much, and everything non-essential that she'd accumulated over the last three years had been shipped out ahead of her. The rest was stowed safely in her X-Wing in the junkyard, and her lightsaber clipped to her belt.

She wasn't one to leave without saying goodbye, though, and she'd made sure to send messages to let them know she was headed out, that she'd love to see them one more time before she left, and if not then she'd keep in touch and try to come back for a visit as soon as she could -- and, most importantly, that she cared about them all. That was something she'd never leave unsaid again.

But now all of the preparations were done and there were still a few hours to go before Tahiri absolutely had to leave, and she made her way out to the patch of beach where she'd spent so much time. (It was always the same, and yet different, as was the nature of sand, and there was something fitting about that. Tahiri supposed she could puzzle out the philosophy of it all on the trip home.) There would be beaches on Zonama Sekot, she was sure, but none of them held the memories, painful and happy and everything in between, of this one.

Walking a couple of feet out into the surf, she stood and let the waves wash over her feet, closed her eyes, and opened herself to the Force to really just feel Fandom one more time.

[OOC: *CLIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS to my girl forever wah* Tahiri's last post in Fandom, yes, and absolutely open if you want to stop by. I'll happily SP this as long as necessary, since I don't think I'm gonna be pinging too fast at work. Mostly because I don't want to have to explain why I'm all wibbly . . .]
weetuskenraider: (Have a Bad Feeling About This)
Tahiri only had days left in Fandom, and in her determination to make them count she'd made up her mind to spend some quality time with Firekeeper and Blind Seer while she could.

. . . yes, this meant portaling the three of them back to Disneyland to show them what they'd missed while they'd been away; from what Jaina had said (or more significantly, hadn't said) about the experience she suspected the bright colors and cheerfulness might do the wolves some good.

It had taken some smooth talk -- always a challenge for her -- and a little bit of Jedi mind trickery to get them to let Blind Seer into the park as a companion animal, but she'd managed, and had her map in hand as they headed onto Main Street.

"I scouted the place pretty thoroughly while I was covering Master Skywalker's class," she told them in her usual rapidfire way. "And there's a few rides that are so bizarre you have to experience them to believe them."

She really should have a bad feeling about this, but . . .

[OOC: NFB for distance, and for the wolves plz!]
weetuskenraider: (Have a Bad Feeling About This)
Tahiri only had days left in Fandom, and in her determination to make them count she'd made up her mind to spend some quality time with Firekeeper and Blind Seer while she could.

. . . yes, this meant portaling the three of them back to Disneyland to show them what they'd missed while they'd been away; from what Jaina had said (or more significantly, hadn't said) about the experience she suspected the bright colors and cheerfulness might do the wolves some good.

It had taken some smooth talk -- always a challenge for her -- and a little bit of Jedi mind trickery to get them to let Blind Seer into the park as a companion animal, but she'd managed, and had her map in hand as they headed onto Main Street.

"I scouted the place pretty thoroughly while I was covering Master Skywalker's class," she told them in her usual rapidfire way. "And there's a few rides that are so bizarre you have to experience them to believe them."

She really should have a bad feeling about this, but . . .

[OOC: NFB for distance, and for the wolves plz!]
weetuskenraider: (Reading)
The datapad on Tahiri's lap currently displayed a map of the Outer Rim -- the Sluis sector, to be specific -- with planets color-coded according to whether they were held by the Yuuzhan Vong or the New Republic . . . no, wait, it was the Galactic Alliance now, and she wasn't sure she was thrilled about that. The notebook lying on the bed beside her held a couple of pages of scribbled notes on ideas for Flight Club, since she'd completely forgotten about it on Monday after Ben had come by to tell her where he was going.

Tahiri's attention was split between the two, but that was a completely livable kind of division; she'd be smiling at the thought if she wasn't concentrating so hard on the map on her datapad.

You'd think she was trying to plot a course into the Dagobah system or something.

[OOC: Expecting a phone call, but it's open! As is the door. I keep forgetting to mention that.]
weetuskenraider: (Reading)
The datapad on Tahiri's lap currently displayed a map of the Outer Rim -- the Sluis sector, to be specific -- with planets color-coded according to whether they were held by the Yuuzhan Vong or the New Republic . . . no, wait, it was the Galactic Alliance now, and she wasn't sure she was thrilled about that. The notebook lying on the bed beside her held a couple of pages of scribbled notes on ideas for Flight Club, since she'd completely forgotten about it on Monday after Ben had come by to tell her where he was going.

Tahiri's attention was split between the two, but that was a completely livable kind of division; she'd be smiling at the thought if she wasn't concentrating so hard on the map on her datapad.

You'd think she was trying to plot a course into the Dagobah system or something.

[OOC: Expecting a phone call, but it's open! As is the door. I keep forgetting to mention that.]
weetuskenraider: (In the Woods In Profile)
She had a lot to think about. She supposed she ought to be used to it by now, but it all just made everything in her head so much busier. Tahiri was tired of being tired, tired of losing chunks of her weeks because she'd been shoved to the back of her own mind by Riina, tired of her own mental stability being a rearguard battle of attrition.

There was no way she'd ever be the person she was before; she knew that now, and she'd accepted that, or been worn down enough to give in to it, if you wanted to look at it that way. The matter of accepting who she needed to become, though, was a snarl she'd yet to cut through. What Tahiri had learned from Tara did change things somewhat -- for all that the Yuuzhan Vong were fanatical and vicious, there was some innate decency somewhere. Beneath it all. She supposed she ought to have known that by now, having been raised by a race feared by most of Tatooine's populace, but . . .

Well. But what, she wasn't sure yet. So, avoiding the oddly persistent fruitcakes, she'd slipped away into the preserve as she did so often these days to find herself a quiet spot and meditate.

Or try to.

Firekeeper, on the other hand, was less interested in meditation and more in finding a good spot to start a fire. )

[OOC: Preplayed with the always amazing [livejournal.com profile] kestrelswolf, who made a handful of pings so much more than I hoped they'd be and as such gets my everlasting love. NFI, subject of conversation NFB, and OOC totally okay.]
weetuskenraider: (In the Woods In Profile)
She had a lot to think about. She supposed she ought to be used to it by now, but it all just made everything in her head so much busier. Tahiri was tired of being tired, tired of losing chunks of her weeks because she'd been shoved to the back of her own mind by Riina, tired of her own mental stability being a rearguard battle of attrition.

There was no way she'd ever be the person she was before; she knew that now, and she'd accepted that, or been worn down enough to give in to it, if you wanted to look at it that way. The matter of accepting who she needed to become, though, was a snarl she'd yet to cut through. What Tahiri had learned from Tara did change things somewhat -- for all that the Yuuzhan Vong were fanatical and vicious, there was some innate decency somewhere. Beneath it all. She supposed she ought to have known that by now, having been raised by a race feared by most of Tatooine's populace, but . . .

Well. But what, she wasn't sure yet. So, avoiding the oddly persistent fruitcakes, she'd slipped away into the preserve as she did so often these days to find herself a quiet spot and meditate.

Or try to.

Firekeeper, on the other hand, was less interested in meditation and more in finding a good spot to start a fire. )

[OOC: Preplayed with the always amazing [livejournal.com profile] kestrelswolf, who made a handful of pings so much more than I hoped they'd be and as such gets my everlasting love. NFI, subject of conversation NFB, and OOC totally okay.]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Up in EXTREME CLOSEUP)
It was funny; Tahiri hadn't thought she'd be enjoying herself here so much, and yet she was. A few weeks ago she'd been so sure she'd never be able to crack a smile again, and that she'd never recover from Anakin's death.

She wasn't in any way beyond hurting yet, but she'd been meeting people, even had what she might consider friends, and she'd discovered that laughing was still possible. Something about seeing Jaina, of all people, as a tiny, fuzzy kitten was impossible to not laugh at. Realizing that she could -- it made things a little easier, somehow.

The door was propped open with one of the boots she almost never wore, and Tahiri was rearranging her side of the room a bit, maybe even almost smiling every now and then as she did.

[OOC: Open! I should be around until about 9:30 PST, at which point it will be sleepygoboom time.]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Up in EXTREME CLOSEUP)
It was funny; Tahiri hadn't thought she'd be enjoying herself here so much, and yet she was. A few weeks ago she'd been so sure she'd never be able to crack a smile again, and that she'd never recover from Anakin's death.

She wasn't in any way beyond hurting yet, but she'd been meeting people, even had what she might consider friends, and she'd discovered that laughing was still possible. Something about seeing Jaina, of all people, as a tiny, fuzzy kitten was impossible to not laugh at. Realizing that she could -- it made things a little easier, somehow.

The door was propped open with one of the boots she almost never wore, and Tahiri was rearranging her side of the room a bit, maybe even almost smiling every now and then as she did.

[OOC: Open! I should be around until about 9:30 PST, at which point it will be sleepygoboom time.]

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