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𝕮𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 ━━ 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿-𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀
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━━ 𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘚 𝟸𝟹 𝙱𝙱𝚈
𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 days, Sol City becomes a familiar place to Selyn again. Her feet follow the same paths through the dusty streets, again and again, she crosses the same marketplace where she used to linger as a child, conquers her home again, grabs hungrily what was taken from her: the colourful spices, the twisted alleys, the temples gleaming in the sunlight and the cooling shade of the palm trees.
Selyn takes all these impressions and locks them away in her heart, keen to take at least a part of her home back to Coruscant.
Either Anakin or Cleodys are by her side, the former starting rather shy attempts at conversation from time to time, the latter more silent. The three of them have decided to join their efforts in finding the Clan responsible for the attack, Anakin and Selyn can profit off Cleodys' more detailed knowledge of the city and so her sister doesn't have to bear the frustration of doing nothing.
Selyn thinks about what Cleodys had said a few days ago, those sharp, anger-tinted words, the pain in them prominent like angry stains on a white fabric and cutting through her heart like glass. Her sister's hands twisting and fiddling, the red shade of embarrassment and rage flushing her cheeks, tears of desperation lit by the sunset.
