A world consisting of vast amounts of oceanic life, a single continent, surrounded by three moons; Jomark was not destined to be any place that Bella desired to call home and yet it was. Out of six worlds within its system, Jomark was the only one fit for human habitation. Even so, very few graced the natural world. Just the atmosphere of the planet alone left Bella with a sense of idle comfort.
Bella desired a world where she could be one with her thoughts and feelings, her ambitions, a place where she could become lost and consumed within her personal world. Jomark was just such a place.
“What are you thinking about?”
She stood on the edge of Jomark’s single terrain, looking across the ocean’s surface, the female Twi’lek behind her she had never come across until now. Still, Bella took to obliging the woman, with a curious question of her own.
“Why do you ask, Master Jedi?”
The female Twi’lek only offered a quiet laugh in reply.
“Pardon?”
The Twi’lek wandered to stand beside Bella, to her right.
“My name is Boshema and I am no Master Jedi.”
“Really? Then I am thinking of nothing.”
“Just because I am not a master within my art, does not mean that I do not know a seeker when I see one.”
Few words had already been exchanged and already the Twi’lek had managed to seize Bella’s interest. Parting her almond shaped brown eyes off of the ocean’s current, the hooded woman’s gaze sharply narrowed onto Boshema.
“Boshema is it? Curious.. Are you always this nosey?”
“Not so much as you.”
Bella tossed her head back and laughed eagerly, her hood falling back against the shoulders of her light blue tunic in effect.
“That is not your natural hair color.”
Bella drew both of her hands to extend to the back of her head as she tilted her head back up right, intending to draw the light blue hood of her tunic back over her head, but she hesitated.
“Oh?”
“Are you ashamed?”
She lowered her hands back down at her side.
“No. This color suits me better.”
Such words might have been more believable if they had not been said so abruptly.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“Yes, very much so.”
The Twi’lek nodded her head in confirmation, knowing the answer long before she had been seeking it.
“Why? I am only curious to get to know you. Surely that should be nothing of which that would make you uncomfortable?”
“I do not take kindly to personal judgment of my self.”
Boshema sighed with understanding.
“I think you will find that not many of us do, force wielder.”
Bella huffed in protest; she had just been labeled.
“Bella.. My name is Bella Laurent,” she said derisively.
“My apologies, seems I’ve touched a nerve,” the Twi’lek said dryly. “.. However, if you did not wish to be labeled as such, you should have given me a name.”
“I did, just now.”
“… But that is not your real name, is it?”
Bella shook her head, stammering in her words while her voice seethed with protest.
“Look.. Do you have to be so.. So.. What business is it that you have with me?? I simply wish to be left alone, which I was, until you decided to disturb me!”
The Twi’lek, whom was dressed in a robe similar to that of Bella’s, only brown, sighed in disappointment.
“How sad your life must be.. To be so sheltered and lost within yourself. It is no wonder you feel uncomfortable and reclusive. I would feel much obliged to do the same if I were to be so stubborn and so foolish as you.”
“How dare you judge me! You don’t know me!”
Enraged, Bella began to trudge off, as far away from the Twi’lek as she could get, however, it was to little avail; the Twi’lek only matched her stride step for step.
“You don’t strike me as one likely to allow me such an opportunity. It is for that reason that I question why..”
Bella came to a curt halt, the other female doing the same in kind, never removing her gaze from Bella.
“Is it such a bad idea to want to protect myself?”
“From what? From living and growing? Do you even realize how much you‘re hindering yourself, Bella?”
“Here is the better question… why does it matter to you? A simple stranger.”
“Perhaps it is because I do not like to see anyone suffer, stranger or friend...”
Boshema could see the pain in Bella’s eyes, hidden at present, behind angry eyes.
“.. and you, my dear.. Are suffering.”
