Leia seemed to not know anything happening around her. Confusion colored her features as she wondered what she was thinking.
Had she really liked food that much? That didn't sound right.
Where had those thoughts come from?
She loved her grandmother's cooking, but ever since Fanelei was forced into seclusion, that part of herself had seemingly gone into seclusion as well.
What she wanted most wasn't food. She was an Analei.
What she strove for the most was something beyond that, something that only extra lives could possibly give her.
Perfection.
She had wanted that for so long, but she had wanted it her own way.
She loved her grandmother, but what she realized after Fanelei left her alone was that she had grown too reliant on her.
The curse of the Analei was that they often looked so much younger than they actually were. By the time Fanelei was forced into seclusion, Leia had already lived quite some years, a time frame that humans on Earth could have never fathomed.
