A DAY TO REMEMBER
(Leia's telling the story.)
It's a pretty morning here on Coruscant. It's still quiet; soon, sentients and non
sentients all over the planet will be rising, making breakfast, grabbing kafs,
racing to work and school. Our kids will
be awake soon and the mad dash to assemble schoolwork, clothing, shoes, and
supplies will burst on to the scene with a screech.
I feel very emotional today. It's an anniversary
of sorts. Namely, the tenth anniversary
since Grand Moff Tarkin gave the order to destroy my home planet of Alderaan. I
hope he's enjoying his eternity in the bowels of the nine hells. Yes, I'm still angry about it, but more than
anything, I'm deeply saddened. This is
always a hard day.
I think about my father, where he was that day,
what he might have been doing. I suspect
he was working, talking to colleagues, joking with friends, filling his mixing
bowl sized mug with kaf, worrying about me silently. And it occurs to me how much he would have
loved being a grandfather. He would have
had so much fun with his grandchildren.
He would have cherished them. It
saddens me that he will never know them, nor them he.
I've never told Han how I feel about this
date. I'm usually far too busy to allow
myself a few minutes of wallowing in self pity, and as for remembering dates,
there's a reason I programmed birthdays, holidays and anniversaries into Han's
datapad. All come with sufficient lead
time. That way, he has no excuses. (To be fair, I think he has our anniversary
memorized. I think this is because we
usually go to a tropical location that involves little activity outside of the
dance of the ancients.)
He does know how much I miss my home planet. It was a beautiful place, prosperous,
peaceful, and with seasons that flowed into each other effortlessly. I would have loved to have Han and I live
there after we were married, close by my father, having our children there.
Coruscant is nice, although the climate is more
sharply demarcated. We have long, very
hot summers with lots of sunshine and winters that are short but wet, windy and
icy. There's no gradual warming in
spring or cooling in autumn; Coruscant simply doesn't have those seasons. It's
largely desert. What is truly amazing is
that out of that desert sprang homes, businesses, institutions of higher
learning, symphonies, tavernas and
cantinas, brothels, industries, all the elements that societies create. Moisture farmers coax every bit of water they
can from the dry ground, and thus, what could
have been every bit as inhospitable as Tatooine is a thriving environment.
I've heard Luke describe his life on Tatooine.
I'm grateful I was sent to live with the Viceroy and his wife, even if
it meant that my three crazy aunts were in cahoots to push me to the brink of
insanity.
Time in the New Republic is measured around the
Battle of Yavin. It's either BBY or
ABY. But for me, it will always be
Before Alderaan and After Alderaan.
I don't talk about it even with fellow
Alderaanians. Everyone has his or her
own way of dealing with grief, and I respect that with my silence.
My reverie is interrupted by the sound of Han's
chrono going off. Time to face the day,
I tell myself. I'd love to sit and be
miserable but we've got three kids to pack up, breakfast to be made, hair to be
styled...
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I receive word from Najia that Mon Mothma is out
today. At first I reacted by thinking
I'd get some actual work done, but she handed me Mon's schedule and I
blanched. No time for self pity today.
I wonder if Mon Mothma feels as I do about this
day. She and I have an uneasy
relationship. There's no love lost
between us, but our hyperactive gossip mill claims she lost someone she loved
in battle. I know that she lost many friends.
I know the feeling, trust me.
I don't know what I would have done had Han been
lost to the war. Thinking about this
reminds me of how close I came to losing him at Bespin, and I shudder. If she did lose the love of her life, she
most assuredly has my sympathy.
It's probably a good thing that my day is as full
as it is. I'll go to bed later tonight,
totally exhausted, and then I'll get up tomorrow and realize life goes on.
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It's late when I get home. I'd warned Han early on that he and Chewie
were going to have to be in charge. Han
took is as he usually does, which is to say well. One of the things I cherish about him is that
he's a practical person and has a way of rising to the task at hand. He'll grumble sometimes, but he'll do it, and
do it well.
The house is eerily quiet when I enter. "Han?" I call out. I turn the corner and realize the dining
table has two long burning tapers lit.
There are two place settings, and the smell of my favorite soup from my
childhood is simmering on the stove. I
can smell fresh bread heating. There's a
bottle of Emera wine on the table.
I feel the tears well up in my eyes. How did he know?
"Hey sweetheart," he said, emerging
from the 'fresher. "Welcome
home. Let's have some dinner." He takes my hand and leads me to my chair.
"Where are the kids?"
"With Chewie. He'll give 'em back in the
morning." Han smiles at me. "Long day, eh?"
"Since I was doing the work of two people
and I'm only one, there are a lot of loose ends."
"Don't worry about it," he says, pulling out my chair for me. "Work gets done when it gets done. In the meantime, the galaxy is not likely to
crumble from it."
I laugh.
"All right, here goes. Your favorite soup from Alderaan." He serves it up and I inhale the fragrance of
tomo-spice and catabar. He then brings
the bread to the table, redolent of
boontaspice. And then the Emera wine.
I look up at him.
"How...did you know?"
"Did I know what?"
"That it's the date Alderaan was
destroyed."
He shrugged.
"Well, it was the day we met.
And Alderaan was exploding as I was coming up on it. You're always sad on this day, which is why I
didn't do it sooner, but I figured, ten years.
You lost your home ten years ago, and while it may not be the happiest
thing to commemorate, but I like to think that it was one of the best days of
my life." He grins at me. "Okay, that's stretching it some. I did NOT enjoy the trash
compactor."
I laugh in spite of myself. Of course that was the day I met him.
"So, I got you something." He hands me a reasonably sized box, and I
open it up to find a vase, clear glass with t'iil flowers embedded within it. I
gasp. It's incredibly beautiful -- and
old.
"You didn't think I was just going to
Nenmo's to buy guitars, did you?"
he asks, his tone playful.
"Actually, yes," I admitted, but I'm laughing.
"He had a case of Emera wine. I bought that."
"I don't think we should drink it all
tonight," I joke with him.
"And something else." He hands me yet another box. "Sorry about not wrapping. Nenmo's doesn't gift wrap and, well, okay, I
just don't like wrapping."
I open it up, and inside is my favorite perfume,
and the container is the one I remember my mother having. I feel my eyes tearing up.
"Thank you," I say to him.
I'm speechless.
"There's always good and bad mixed
together."
I laugh. "If that isn't the
truth." I breathe in the perfume's
ladalum fragrance, one of the most cherished on Alderaan.
"I ordered some plants of ladalum and t'iil
and allute, but Lando's handling that, so of course they're late." I laugh.
When it comes to Lando, he likes to say he's always late but worth the
wait. And, for the most part, he keeps
his word.
I've never said a word about this to Han before,
about this date. And yet, he knew. He gave me space to grieve.
A part of me will always grieve for
Alderaan. But now I have something to
celebrate on this day.
The day I met Han Solo.
Aww this is lovely. I love how Han knew about this somber anniversary for Leia, and gave her all those years to grieve, and maybe now she can think of it as a happy day instead as it was the day she met the love of her life. Didn't actually realise that before, that it was likely the same day.
ReplyDeleteI like the reference to her adding all the birthdays and anniversaries to his data pad so that he has no excuses, lol.
An adorable little story, Stats, and it was interesting to read it in the first person.
Thanks, Claire! I had fun writing it.
ReplyDeleteI'm still finding the characters' voices, and it was fun to experiment with this.
I programmed Mr. Stat's iPhone with all of our significant dates with 2 weeks of lead time, so that's where the idea came from :)
I also submitted one before this, in Han's voice. I like that both have an incredibly acerbic sense of humor.
DeleteWhoops! I somehow missed this! I guess I got distracted by that sex thread up ahove. :-p
ReplyDeleteAnyway, this was a really sweet story. I liked how you handled Leia's feelings about the loss of Alderaan. And also never thought about it, but you're right! She probably *did* meet Han on the same day....how interesting!
Lol. That post was rather distracting. And awesome. :)
DeleteAwww. That was really sweet. I have no doubt that Han would do something like that for her or give her space to grieve. I imagine he would. You do a nice job with showing Leia's feeling about the subject. Very cute.
ReplyDeleteThat was very sweet and emotional story. Thankyou for sharing it with us! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lily!
ReplyDeleteI'm behind on commenting. This was a lovely little piece. I love the subtlety of it. No huge emotional declarations, just a few simple statements and actions that convey all that we need to know. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, a great little piece. Keep up the good work. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Zyra and Push! Given the caliber of stories you both write, I'm flattered that you like this piece :)
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