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Her body fell through my fingers.
Groping, reaching, I grabbed for her, but she fell through my fingers like sand in an hourglass.
No! I will not fail her.
Every muscle in my body rippling I heaved her up. Cradling her head in my arms I made sure she could stand on her own. Tired and gasping I leaned on her for support, her, who needed me most. Long I held her in our impassive brace until I felt strength return to my chest.
Stepping back I countered her cold stare. I saw no movement, only my breath moving on the wind. Her emotionless eyes gave me no gesture, no suggestion, only scolding me for helping her. She seemed to not be affected by the cold air, seemed not to breath in the harshness. For a moment I followed suit, holding my own breath and returning that sentry stare.
Determination warmed my blood. Stepping forward I massaged her neck, then her thighs. Was that a look of wanting, I asked myself. No, that is a look of gratitude. Slowly I dragged my fingers up her body, stopping short out of respect. She was beautiful, and shined with my love. My thoughts drifted, wondering if I had ever touched something so perfect. Casually my gloves fell to the ground.
She did not reciprocate my gesture as I felt her with my flesh. But still I held close, imagining my warmth would melt her as I placed the carrot upon her face.

It had been a stressful seventy two hours and thirty six minutes. Not to mention all the preamble beforehand. However, it had been worth the wait. All the uncertainty. All the waiting. All the preparation. But all that was over. An even scarier adventure lay ahead. And this was one neither of them, or anyone else, could prepare them for. All they could do was hold tight for the biggest, terrifying, yet undoubtedly the best adventure of their lives...

It had been a stressful seventy two hours and thirty six minutes. Not to mention all the preamble beforehand. However, it had been worth the wait. All the uncertainty. All the waiting. All the preparation. But all that was over. An even scarier adventure lay ahead. And all she could do was lay there helplessly. Totally dependent on others. And the only way to communicate with these giants was to make an ear-piercing noise. The biggest, terrifying and the best adventure ever was beginning to unfold.

Tabby and Mostynn stepped out of the medcentre and headed towards a speeder. They proudly looked down at the bundle in their arms. The snow was starting to get heavier. The baby opened her mouth and a snowflake landed on her tongue. As it melted, the new parents chuckled. Her father shushed her gently.

"I think Kooki likes the snow!"

From the moment Professor Justinios Drake received approval to use the Thracken Observatory near the Corellian North Pole he was curious if he’d experience his first snowfall. Six days passed without event but that changed his final evening upon the planet. As the twilight hour commenced a blizzard descended upon the scientific outpost.

Allowing himself a break from scanning distant galaxies, Justinios marched outside to view the snowfall first hand. There was not any weather back home on the middle levels of Coruscant so a snowfall was a truly new experience. As soon as his reptilian eyes saw the white flakes something inside of Justinios clicked. Without hesitation he climbed onto a large snow drift. The logical, scientifically driven portion of his mind begged him to stop the silliness.

This is just frozen, crystallized water falling from the middle atmosphere. You have created anti-matter in particle accelerator, how is this more exciting?

The logical side of his mind had a point but there was something about freshly accumulating snow that was fun at a primal level. He could only think of one response to speak aloud to himself, “I have no idea, just go with it!”

Using his stubby legs Justinios leapt out onto the fresh snow below and promptly began making tiny, Aleena shaped snow angels. The professor found himself giving no care to who else might be watching and simply enjoyed having a moment free from the weight of life’s problems.

"I can remember it just like it was yesterday..."

A fresh blanket of ivory snow glistens in the jungle of Devaron. The air is filled with sounds of laughter and joy. A small Devaronian boy jumps up and down playful smashing the slush. He covers his small horns with the flurries and playful growls at his mother. His father picks him up and glides him over the frosted landscape, the boys arms stretched out as far as they can. The boy leaps into a bank of snow and starts making shapes in it. He throws a handful of the slush at his distracted father. The mother laughs.

"Hey."
"Hey."
"Over there."

Seeing the four cadets jumping from the speeder and dashing joyfully into the closest snowdrift made the mandalorian Instructor smile. They all ranged between six and seven but even at this young age, the ardeous training down in the military academy demanded from them to betray what after all still were: children.

All the more they deserved such breaks from the daily drill and seeing them laughing and throwing snowballs after each other told the seasoned warrior that he had made the right decision, taking his nephew and his friends with him to their family lodge high up in the mountains of Concordia. Sure Arden would use the opportunity to take them with him hunting but right now watching them romping around happily was a priceless view.