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mayfield_logs2012-02-17 07:17 pm
nodifferentfate) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-02-17 07:17 pm
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Can you hear me calling?
Who: Padmé Amidala and YOUUUUUUUUUU!
What: Padmé's just trying to get into the swing of things around Mayfield. That and there's quite a bit of new information about the future that she has to come to terms with.
Where: The Park
When: February 17th, afternoon.
Warnings: None that I can think of right now!
[There was so much to take in. Too much, if she really wanted to think about it. Padmé was one who knew just how quickly a situation could change, and normally she was fairly good at adapting to the changes.
But could this truly qualify as normal?
Being spirited away to some strange world on her wedding night was bad enough- but coming face to face with her future daughter, and said daughter telling her of the horrors to come; of death, and destruction, and the endless pain of loss and separation... to say Padmé felt tired was a slight understatement.
But she couldn't fall asleep. Sleep felt useless at the moment, when there was so much to think about. To rationalize.
So she walked. Padmé made her way through the park; it was beautiful, but still held nothing compared to her home of Naboo. Looking somewhat distant, she seated herself on a bench and stared ahead.]
What: Padmé's just trying to get into the swing of things around Mayfield. That and there's quite a bit of new information about the future that she has to come to terms with.
Where: The Park
When: February 17th, afternoon.
Warnings: None that I can think of right now!
[There was so much to take in. Too much, if she really wanted to think about it. Padmé was one who knew just how quickly a situation could change, and normally she was fairly good at adapting to the changes.
But could this truly qualify as normal?
Being spirited away to some strange world on her wedding night was bad enough- but coming face to face with her future daughter, and said daughter telling her of the horrors to come; of death, and destruction, and the endless pain of loss and separation... to say Padmé felt tired was a slight understatement.
But she couldn't fall asleep. Sleep felt useless at the moment, when there was so much to think about. To rationalize.
So she walked. Padmé made her way through the park; it was beautiful, but still held nothing compared to her home of Naboo. Looking somewhat distant, she seated herself on a bench and stared ahead.]
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