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SKIES OF RUST

I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before.

Come feed the rain
'Cause without your love my life
Ain't nothing but this carnival of rust CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[battlemeditation]

I think that you do not receive praise often enough. You are appreciated, yes, but how often are you told that you are appreciated? [ Bastila chooses her words carefully, knowing that she does not have to worry about being perceived as grasping or false, not when Jessica can decipher her tells through watching her expressions and her movements, but still, she does not wish to speak thoughtlessly. ] If it means anything at all, I appreciate you, and the Supreme Reverend Mother may be who she is, but I do not like how she speaks to you.

[ There, Bastila pauses and catches her breath lest she become too heated and speak out of turn. ]

I suppose that is how most teachers speak to their students, but you are more than just her student now. [ She realizes that she is treading the line between propriety and disrespect, and she braces herself for some form of chastisement. ]

I hope to never disappoint you; that would be a fine way of repaying you for taking me in as you have, and for treating me as your own daughter. [ She wonders what it would have been like if she had been Jessica's blood daughter. She would have been married off by now, she imagines. Still, there is nothing saying she will not still be married off to someone, and that thought makes her wrinkle her nose in protest. ]

I wish that I could see into the future just long enough to see what will happen to Paul and to me. What will happen during this meeting? [ She gets the feeling that whatever is said during this meeting may very well decide their fates, at least to a degree. Not that her fate is of particular consequence; Paul, it seems, has a greater destiny before him.

Not for the first time, Bastila allows herself a moment of petulance and wishing that she and Paul could simply run away. Of course, that is impossible. They would be found and brought back, and that would surely bring disgrace to the Atreides name.

In the interest of attempting to bring some levity to them both, Bastila actually wrinkles her nose this time, exaggerating the expression, and pretending to be put out at the idea of having to wear a dress. ]

Full gown? I hope that I do not trip on the hem when walking in. Dresses and I do not go well together one bit.

[ Truthfully, she would rather not wear a dress, but she can tolerate it if the situation calls for it. And most situations do, in fact, call for it. Still, she can act the part of someone who despises dresses with a passion. ]

[weirdingways]

[ Jessica does not answer the question with words. Instead a tight smile is given. Leto, of course, says such things. Paul and Bastila say such things in their own ways. The rest of House Atreides remains ever uncertain of her. A fair judgement as the Bene Gesserit say one thing and yet act another in closed doors. She, however, is faithful to her Duke. Her son. The woman before her that she thinks of as a daughter. ]

I will always be a student, as you will be. There will always be something to learn and something to achieve. Something to master. [ Her red eyebrows raise as if to make the point that such a conversation should not be held in the presence of the Supreme Reverend Mother. ] As for the future? Prescience is something that many are known to have. Even Reverend Mothers have it to a limited extent. I would imagine that you would know the basics of where your path for the future will lay after speaking with the Supreme Reverend Mother.

Paul... will eventually lead House Atreides and succeed his father. That much we all know.

[ She affords a smile and stands. ] Please, Bastila. You have more grace than many in the Landsraad. Now, go, get ready. I will see you at the ceremony.

[ She gestures for the woman to leave and folds her hands together.

They shake. ]