𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, curled in her self made hammock as the wind HOWLS through her walker. Even in dreams she hopes she is not buried ‘neath the shifting sand that pelt her home from all sides, she can hear it like white noise just beyond the veil that cradled her.  A sharp CLINK though is more than enough to send the girl shooting bolt upright, heart pounding in her throat and hands reaching for her staff. Rey has memorized commonplace noises that permeated the night and THIS was not one of them. 

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            ❝  –––––––––––––  Whoever you are, I’m armed.  .  . Leave now and I’ll spare you.  

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