Sarah at the window

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was back, and judging by the fact that her pants were made of leather and held on by suction (apparently) and the fact that her top was made of little more than a couple of glittery scarves held together with ribbon and hope, and also the fact that her hair was held up with an impressive array of clips and barrettes -a wonder they didn't add another five pounds alone- it could be surmised that she'd been planning on going somewhere else and had ended up here.

But the observation window as well as the plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, glass of ice cold milk and the copy of The Language of Birds that she'd gotten from Bar, were enough to make up for any crimp in her plans.

Company couldn't hurt either.

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[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"you are welcome, Sarah..."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Another slight smile, and then, for lack of anything better to do, she created a miniature water... well, miniaturemilkpout in her glass, letting it sprinkle back into the surface before taking a sip again and dipping the rest of her cookie.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Mace simply drinks tea, watching her a bit.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

A sigh, "Well, we certainly ran out of topics of conversation all of a sudden didn't we?"

Not that she minded the silence really, it was a comfortable silence and she could continue to watch the storm-swirl of nexus and stars outside the observation window.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I am still getting used to being relieved of my duties on the council... and still remembering how to talk with... a woman." He is honest, at least.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Another smile, ah, that explained it, a little anyway, "Well you shouldn't worry too much about trying to impress me. I won't do anything but get your hopes up then leave you high and dry."

That was Sarah, just how she was on occasion, laying all her cards on the table. Except for the two or three she still had stashed up her nonexistant sleeve.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"no, you would not." A small misterious smile.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She arched a brow, dusting cookie crumbs from her fingers again, "Oh? And how do you know that?"

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I would not let you." A nod.

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Her brow arched then, sizing the man up once more just in case things went wrong, "That sounded like a threat."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I know." he smiles again. "but it was not, Sarah. relax."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She eyed him cautiously once more before settling back again, tugging at the bangles on her wrists again, twisting them around full circle.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"you are always with your guard up."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She nodded, the smile almost sheepish, "Kind of have to be back home, people don't take well to it when they find out what I am."

Which could be either the fact that she was Gen Active, or the fact that she was very much a lesbian.

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

The concept makes Windu stop and ponder... a planet where people are unused to the unusual... "it is... strange... the way people react, at most times, when faced with anything different from themselves."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She nodded, picking up another cookie and snapping it in half to dip it into the dregs of her milk, "Believe me. I know."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"I do believe you." Decidding he already does not like this planet 'Earth'...

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She nodded, finishing her milk and the last of the cookies, well, there were still cookies on the plate, but the last of the ones she was going to eat.

She went about taking the clips out of her hair, letting it down, she could only stand having it up like that for so long, "I know you do."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"sometimes, ignorance is bliss. but in the long run, knowledge pays off better."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She smiled once more at that, nodding as she ran her fingers through her hair, working it into two braids, one on either side. She did it evenly, without even looking at it really, "Very true."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

He chuckles low at something...

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She blinked twice, more puzzled than wary, "Some inside joke?"

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

"yes. and with a long story behind it." he nods...

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

She glanced at a nonexistant wristwatch, "I've got time, if you feel like sharing."

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

He nods, and goes over a fairly amusing tale about one of his padawns... a girl who was a victim of serious prejudice, not for being lesbian, not for being jedi, but because her chosen 'mate' had a 'wrong' pattern of skin markings...

"And I was a bit shocked. They did not mind she was going to leave forever, they did not mind she was not going to have children for the clan... but it bothered them that her close friend had markings on her arm running left to right, and not right to left..."