[A strange admittance; Alia doesn't have friends, she has the sietch, she has Paul and the desert and the edge of a knife, she has (had, has) their mother. Here, in this place, she has Alina, she has Paul, and she has an ache like a wound for what is missing, even as she relishes each bright, wet sunlit moment.]
Like Harah was good. [Harah, her Fremen nurse, Jamis's wife, Stilgar's wife, the first one she had ever spoken to aloud. The love of that woman, warmer and brighter than the cool distance Jessica had given her, the love of someone who cared, but could never, never understand what Alia was. Harah never bought into superstition, never considered her charge anything other than another child to nurture and guide.]
Strange. I'm used to having complete control and it slipped a little, like I was still learning. I was maybe out of practice? Only on each other. Can I use it tomorrow morning? I haven't had a chance to really show you what I can do yet.
( harah, supposedly his woman, his responsibility after killing jamis. it's nice to know she found a place within his family, since it wasn't going to be in his bed — nice to know alia thinks so warmly, so fondly of her, like the soft interior of her beloved, gooey cinnamon buns. paul finds himself smiling, stupidly. it's just — it's very charming, to remember he'll one day have a life with alia inside it, her strong older brother, her protector. the god emperor. )
You can. We'll train. Dagger fights and weirding training. We'll do both. Do you think
( he trails off, but the end of the question is obvious to alia. should we try to train alina? and with a snort, not that she'll leave bed that early. )
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[A strange admittance; Alia doesn't have friends, she has the sietch, she has Paul and the desert and the edge of a knife, she has (had, has) their mother. Here, in this place, she has Alina, she has Paul, and she has an ache like a wound for what is missing, even as she relishes each bright, wet sunlit moment.]
Like Harah was good. [Harah, her Fremen nurse, Jamis's wife, Stilgar's wife, the first one she had ever spoken to aloud. The love of that woman, warmer and brighter than the cool distance Jessica had given her, the love of someone who cared, but could never, never understand what Alia was. Harah never bought into superstition, never considered her charge anything other than another child to nurture and guide.]
Strange. I'm used to having complete control and it slipped a little, like I was still learning. I was maybe out of practice?
Only on each other. Can I use it tomorrow morning? I haven't had a chance to really show you what I can do yet.
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( harah, supposedly his woman, his responsibility after killing jamis. it's nice to know she found a place within his family, since it wasn't going to be in his bed — nice to know alia thinks so warmly, so fondly of her, like the soft interior of her beloved, gooey cinnamon buns. paul finds himself smiling, stupidly. it's just — it's very charming, to remember he'll one day have a life with alia inside it, her strong older brother, her protector. the god emperor. )
You can. We'll train.
Dagger fights and weirding training. We'll do both. Do you think
( he trails off, but the end of the question is obvious to alia. should we try to train alina? and with a snort, not that she'll leave bed that early. )