don't think i ever believed that this day would come;
Padme hadn't gone far off the path anytime recently. That sounded a bit ridiculous, but she'd been spending her time with her daughter and fiance, with researching and planning for the upcoming elections; this was the first time she'd gotten to be by herself in a while. She carefully maneuvered between the trees, getting an odd sort of peace from the greenery. It reminded her of the equatorial sections of Naboo, and she missed home horribly.
Her eyebrows knit when she saw something that didn't belong, and moved closer slowly, trying to figure out what this... massive... thing was, out in the middle of a clearing. It was covered with greenery, the soft slope almost seeming to come to a point in the corner (last time she checked, hills didn't have corners.)
"What-" She tugged at some of the vines, and her mouth dropped open as she saw old damp wood, still scorched from the cuts made from a lightsaber.
The cabin that Anakin had built, that had been destroyed in the hurricane- and the tsunami must have brought up the dirt. Padme's breath caught in her throat, and she stared at what had been her life, the place where she'd lived with her husband in whatever semblance of what they'd been able to call a life...
Before the fog came, making her terribly sick and stealing Anakin away when it receded. She'd been so alone-
She tugged at the vines, her eyes burning as she yanked them off, as she tried to clear this place, before she sank to her knees, crying as her forehead pressed against the coolness of greenery and damp logs.
OOC: Feel free to find her, hear her, see her, whatever.
Her eyebrows knit when she saw something that didn't belong, and moved closer slowly, trying to figure out what this... massive... thing was, out in the middle of a clearing. It was covered with greenery, the soft slope almost seeming to come to a point in the corner (last time she checked, hills didn't have corners.)
"What-" She tugged at some of the vines, and her mouth dropped open as she saw old damp wood, still scorched from the cuts made from a lightsaber.
The cabin that Anakin had built, that had been destroyed in the hurricane- and the tsunami must have brought up the dirt. Padme's breath caught in her throat, and she stared at what had been her life, the place where she'd lived with her husband in whatever semblance of what they'd been able to call a life...
Before the fog came, making her terribly sick and stealing Anakin away when it receded. She'd been so alone-
She tugged at the vines, her eyes burning as she yanked them off, as she tried to clear this place, before she sank to her knees, crying as her forehead pressed against the coolness of greenery and damp logs.
OOC: Feel free to find her, hear her, see her, whatever.