It had been months since they had been separated. Her affair with Vistal and then with Dogle had sent their relationship in a downward spiral. With the military still asking for Kor on and off it tore her inside every time he had to leave. She had taken up her house on Tattoine just for the comfort of the sands.

The twin suns beat down on her bare back in the early morning hours as she looked over the sands of Tattooine. Born of the sands she was convinced she would die of them as well. The wind whipped around her body as the sand danced at her feet. As the ritual started as a child she would escape in the early hours or and slide her feet and hands into the sand somehow communing with the planet. She sat down as the sand settled around her sun-kissed bare skin she sunk her toes deep into the sand feeling it cover her like a warm familiar blanket. She sighed softly looking at her left hand. She had left the ring and a note this morning with him. It was just too much, too fast, too furious compounded with the fact that Molly was still missing and with two failed attempts it was consuming him. They agreed to take separate paths but wished each other the best of luck.

Her slightly shaking hands which normally were steady scooped up before her sand by the handful and watched as even as she held it still, some tiny granules slipped through her hands. The tighter she squeezed the sand the quicker the sand would fall from her hands. She growled frustrated as the wind storms kicked up to the west the sand blew around her. She slipped a jacket on her back and her boots on her feet and headed to the shuttle.

She looked up at the twin suns as it bore into her back creating a small oven inside of her. The galaxy has a way of self directing, even when we try to redirect it or think a shortcut is around the corner. Fate lines things up as it always has. If she had not met Desian, she would not have had Cyrus. If she was not stricken with the same illness that cut her mother's life short at 40, she would not have a reason to keep friendly with the clan on Iridonia nor keep her child there to raise. Every time she tried to self correct...nothing could stop her from the day she walked into Chalmunds and he said that he had wished for a beautiful blonde and one came around the corner for him. She strayed, she took paths she thought where better for her. Selfishly and like fate usually decides for us...it redirected her once again from the path she chose. It was a small town, she was bound to bump into him sooner or later. She stared at the droid as her feet finally brought her to the shuttle. Her boots making scuff marks in the sand she looked to her right and mumbled under her breath...."pelire"