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04 June 2011 @ 02:19 am
Fic: ‘No longer lost.’  
Title: No longer lost.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After RotS.
Summary: Sola finds a forgotten toy.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

The image of Sola finding the toy was so very strongly in mind that I had to write this. Once words began appearing, I knew the history of that toy and why it’d been ‘lost’ – a deliberate act by a grieving child who had decided to ‘grow up’.

Perhaps, one day, I’ll write that story and this will become the middle of a trio of stories about this toy.

Perhaps. It depends on how much my curiosity nags me about it!

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


Sola sits, the stuffed toy in her lap. Gently, her fingers knock some of the dust from it; she smiles fondly, remembering when it was given, the joy with which pudgy fingers reached for the soft toy and its bright colours of purple and orange.

Padmé, she recalls, had apologised for the garish colouring, a dark pink flush of embarrassment in her cheeks. Darred had laughed and hugged her, telling her it was perfect; Sola had held Ryoo close, examining the clothes Padmé had given for Sanani, who endured being dressed in human clothes with great dignity.

Quiety, she sighs, tucking the memory away. It should, she knows, be replaced where it’d been found but she can’t bring herself to do so. Turning it over in her hands, she finds loose stitching, some of the stuffing peeking through. No, she decides, she won’t put it back, to lie forgotten until she finds it again. Holding it firmly, she stands and goes in search of the sewing basket she keeps in the study, out of the way of prying eyes and inquisitive minds.

Not long afterward, she can be found in Darred’s study, carefully threading the needle with the toy in her lap. She knows the trouble she’ll be in with Pooja, who had packed it away after Padmé’s funeral but, in that precise moment, she doesn’t care.

Once repaired, the once much-cuddled shaak sits on a corner of Darred’s desk.
Armchair DM: Carson: No no no AIEEE!!armchairdm on June 4th, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC)
*sniffles* This is a very moving piece of writing.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on June 4th, 2011 04:21 pm (UTC)
It is?