She’s done this before, of course she can do it again. Both hands raise, positioned on either side of the floating pieces. The crystal glides from her hand to take it’s place amongst the other pieces that are now lifting from the ground before her. She focuses on the crystal and on the Force, opening her palm face-up as she does. The journey she went on to acquire that crystal came rushing back to her as if it were yesterday. A soft smile spreads over her features as she turns it over in his fingers. The crystal reacts to her touch, singing in a way she hasn’t heard in years. A crystal that she fishes out of an inner pocket, releasing a deep breath as she does. Everything in it’s place…everything except the crystal. The piece is lied back down in it’s position. “I can’t believe I’m going back to this path.” She mutters. It felt familiar, like it always belonged in her hands, like it had never left her side. She picks up one of those pieces before her, fingers wrapped gently around the grip. It was a labour of love, buffed to gleaming perfection. That she had painstakingly worked on nonstop when the time was available. The outside, on the other hand, was more difficult to procure. The insides were simple to find, pulling apart bits of hardware and appliances she had come across since they boarded the Corellian Runner.
She was reflecting on that at this very moment as she stared at the odds and ends lied out on the carpet in front of her. Who knew that not long after her 36th birthday that her whole life would change once more. Her talents went to waste, her life dreams drastically changed and Callia eventually became complacent to a simple life of doing her work, keeping her head down and evading the Empire. At least she ended up on a sympathetic planet and was taken in by a sympathetic family where she could hide. It was hard, many years ago, to give up all that she ever knew and toss her entire life to the wind in order to survive.