Somehow, Luke believing it made Ariadne believe it too. She was sure that Obi-Wan wouldn't approve of 'love,' like that. But Alastrians? Alastrians were terribly fond of all three types of love. It was what held their society together. Or, at least, what did hold their society together once. Before they were hunted down and destroyed like animals.
"I believe you," she said.
And right then, of course, the tea kettle let out a piercing whistle, as if to remind them of its presence in the room. Smiling meekly, Ariadne turned to get it, but paused before she really stepped away from Luke.
She was Alastrian. Her entire soul was Alastrian, up to and including her deep belief in the power of love. She couldn't hide it from herself. So, she supposed, she couldn't hide it from him either. So she changed. Standing right there next to him.
It wasn't dramatic, exactly. More like waves of heat rising off of a warm pavement. The colors of her form rippled and changed, swirling like a wet water color. And when it stopped, Ariadne was in her natural form: Skin green as the underside of a maple leaf, hair blue like candy floss, her lips dark lavender.
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"I believe you," she said.
And right then, of course, the tea kettle let out a piercing whistle, as if to remind them of its presence in the room. Smiling meekly, Ariadne turned to get it, but paused before she really stepped away from Luke.
She was Alastrian. Her entire soul was Alastrian, up to and including her deep belief in the power of love. She couldn't hide it from herself. So, she supposed, she couldn't hide it from him either. So she changed. Standing right there next to him.
It wasn't dramatic, exactly. More like waves of heat rising off of a warm pavement. The colors of her form rippled and changed, swirling like a wet water color. And when it stopped, Ariadne was in her natural form: Skin green as the underside of a maple leaf, hair blue like candy floss, her lips dark lavender.