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Vette’s fingertips brushed lightly against the cool silvered metal, starting at the smooth surface of the emitter on the left, but pausing for a moment to circle the switch with her thumb.
She did not linger there, and moved her fingers ever so slowly forward, diving down to meet the dips and rises of the sleeve, shallow etchings that formed a labyrinth of geometric spirals and waves, and finally ended at the leather-wrapped grip.
The lightsaber was beautiful, like it’s owner.
Her eyes glistened with tears but she did not wipe them away.
She’d find Arierra.
No matter the cost.