Retroy sat at a desk busily sketching away at a drawing from memory of that Jedi that she saw, Alida D'Med. It was still a mystery to her how she could have dreamed up a Jedi that she knew was real.. but never had met. If it was a dream.. then why hadn't she killed her? Why hadn't she attacked her in some fashion of aggression? Retroy's artistic nature came true as the picture showed what she had seen, Alida standing amongst the fog covered ground. "Why were you in my mind, Alida D'Med?" Blue eyes looked down upon the finished drawing of the Jedi Master, the one she had never before met. "Why are you plaguing me now at this time of confusion? Are you just a figment of my imagination... or was that actually real?" Retroy looked up to the ceiling wishing she had an answer to this question and wishing she could speak to Darana about this.. but she didn't have any idea where to contact her. Retroy questioned herself on why she had felt comfortable talking to Alida.. and why she allowed herself to show that much emotion to the subject of her parents. She had never before cried for them before, how was it that she did so then? To many questions plagued her mind over this subject and others, questions that didn't make sense right now, but would they later?
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