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She hadn't heard much about Naboo. But everything she had heard made it sound kind of wonderful. Especially the part about the Humans sharing their planet with others, peacefully.
If the orchard reminded Sabé of Naboo, then it just sounded that much better.
With half a shrug, Ariadne pointed to the pear tree, dead center of all of the activity. "That's Sophia," she said. "She was my first tree in Deerington. Everything kind of starts with her, I suppose."
"I don't know how it happened," Ariadne admitted. "Of course, if I had a choice, I would have brought her--all of them." She didn't want to make her other trees jealous. She did love them all, although it was obvious she had a special connection to Sophia, as the first.
Perhaps that was why inheritance was always passed to the firstborn.
She hadn't thought of that before...
Shaking the thought away, she gave Sabé a one-shouldered shrug, not wanting to disrupt Windy. "All I know is that when I arrived here, they were waiting for me. As if they wanted me to make this garden."
Sabé watched Ariadne as she explained- to the best of her ability at least. Just like there was already so much about this place that wasn't explained or didn't make sense, this just seemed to be another piece to that puzzle pile.
"I'm glad that at least one of them was brought here to you."
She smiled a little.
"And how lucky are we that you're sharing your gifts with us in the form of this beautiful space?"
"I'm not sure about gifts," she said, although it made her smile and flush slightly purple. There were so few things Ariadne felt any kind of pride about.
But her garden? It was definitely one thing.
She shrugged. "Anyway, I'm not sure people value it as much as I wish they could. Except for you, and Ezra, I suppose."
Her gift for gardening and creating this space- Sabé would certainly call it that. But she's also not one to push on the subject. Still- seeing Ariadne smile is something she's counting as a win right now.
"I think so many people here are stuck in survival mode," she mused. "We get used to routines and then they're disrupted by the chaos this place throws our way... and then we desperately try to get back into our routine. That can keep people from experiencing new or new-to-them places."
"Would you believe me if I told you that Trench was actually much better than the place that came before?" It was funny to think that Sabé and many of Ariadne's other friends didn't know Deerington. Perhaps that was an effect of the multiverse, but Ariadne found herself attaching to people quickly, integrating them into the fabric of her life.
Maybe she needed to stop doing that.
Losing Dean had ripped her apart.
On the other hand, Alastrians were pack animals. She needed that connection. She needed others...
It was all a great big contradiction!
"Deerington was...much harder. Especially Octobers. Those were the absolute worst."
"I want to believe you- but I'm having a hard time imagining it."
It was an honest answer. This place was... well, it was a lot. And Sabé was already overwhelmed by it. So at the suggestion that Deerington had been worse?
"What were the Octobers like?" she asked, genuinely curious. "I mean- only if you're comfortable sharing that."
Ariadne waved off Sabé's concern. She'd never encountered anything so terrible she couldn't talk about it.
Even if losing Dean felt close.
"There was no water. All of the water in the pipes, in the rivers, in the lakes...all of it was gone. Turned to blood. People would try to prepare ahead of time, bottling as much water as possible. But it sometimes didn't work. Also, the sun didn't rise. It was night for the entire month."
"There were also monsters." Which was to say, not everyone had to worry about surviving the month.
Ariadne's relationship with the temporary nature of death in the multiverse was complicated now. It had always been complicated. But doubly so now that Dean had failed to return.
Death was serious. It was always serious. And she felt guilty that, somehow, Deerington had let her view it with varying shades of seriousness.
Shaking her head, she looked out at her trees. "Fruit helped. There's a lot of water in things like lemons and pears."
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If the orchard reminded Sabé of Naboo, then it just sounded that much better.
With half a shrug, Ariadne pointed to the pear tree, dead center of all of the activity. "That's Sophia," she said. "She was my first tree in Deerington. Everything kind of starts with her, I suppose."
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She'd heard a little about Deerington, though not much. Several people were there for a while before finding themselves here.
"I didn't know that was possible..."
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Perhaps that was why inheritance was always passed to the firstborn.
She hadn't thought of that before...
Shaking the thought away, she gave Sabé a one-shouldered shrug, not wanting to disrupt Windy. "All I know is that when I arrived here, they were waiting for me. As if they wanted me to make this garden."
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"I'm glad that at least one of them was brought here to you."
She smiled a little.
"And how lucky are we that you're sharing your gifts with us in the form of this beautiful space?"
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But her garden? It was definitely one thing.
She shrugged. "Anyway, I'm not sure people value it as much as I wish they could. Except for you, and Ezra, I suppose."
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"I think so many people here are stuck in survival mode," she mused. "We get used to routines and then they're disrupted by the chaos this place throws our way... and then we desperately try to get back into our routine. That can keep people from experiencing new or new-to-them places."
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Maybe she needed to stop doing that.
Losing Dean had ripped her apart.
On the other hand, Alastrians were pack animals. She needed that connection. She needed others...
It was all a great big contradiction!
"Deerington was...much harder. Especially Octobers. Those were the absolute worst."
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It was an honest answer. This place was... well, it was a lot. And Sabé was already overwhelmed by it. So at the suggestion that Deerington had been worse?
"What were the Octobers like?" she asked, genuinely curious. "I mean- only if you're comfortable sharing that."
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Even if losing Dean felt close.
"There was no water. All of the water in the pipes, in the rivers, in the lakes...all of it was gone. Turned to blood. People would try to prepare ahead of time, bottling as much water as possible. But it sometimes didn't work. Also, the sun didn't rise. It was night for the entire month."
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Sabé didn't quite whisper it, but her voice was a little quieter. The water scarcity on Tatooine was bad, but it wasn't 'everything is now blood' bad.
"How did people survive? I mean, if preparing enough bottled water ahead of time sometimes wasn't enough?"
Was it like here, where death was only temporary? Even still, what a horrible way to go.
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Ariadne's relationship with the temporary nature of death in the multiverse was complicated now. It had always been complicated. But doubly so now that Dean had failed to return.
Death was serious. It was always serious. And she felt guilty that, somehow, Deerington had let her view it with varying shades of seriousness.
Shaking her head, she looked out at her trees. "Fruit helped. There's a lot of water in things like lemons and pears."