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本帖最后由 xjtxp 于 2018-11-30 16:27 编辑
当初阿纳金与她初见面时,没受过训练的萝莉展示了如下原力应用:
She expected Skywalker to reach toward her, but the Jedi's eyes simply shuttered closed. Unsure what to do, Kharys imitated him. She felt something invisible reaching into her consciousness, threading through her thoughts like fingertips through locks of hair. Suddenly, she could see her own psyche as if she were outside herself. She felt her own mind delicate and anxious, still developing. Pure.
Gently, she felt him probing its sinuous contours, exploring the sensitive inner space with care. She reciprocated a feeling of reassurance. She felt him move deeper into unconscious strata. Shortly, he came to a primitive and remote mental recess, finding a unique psychic knot. Her heart palpitating, she felt Skywalker brace himself, then caress-
Instantaneously, the Force retaliated, repelling the Jedi with a staggering telekinetic blow.
General Kenobi and Commander Ventor whiplashed alarmed looks in their direction.
"What happened?" Kharys said, fear in her voice.
"It's okay." Skywalker said, meeting his fellow Jedis' gazes with his own before raising a placating hand. "It's okay. It's a Force reflex."
"I did that?"
He nodded. "You're definitely sensitive."
Kharys smiled excitedly.
"I have one more trick!" She quickly volunteered.
She drew her green eyes closed again, and her forehead wrinkled. A gentle stir filled the empty space between her and the Jedi. She could sense a tiny cluster of microscopic particles rubbing together, faster and faster, like a burgeoning wood fire. Abruptly, a little ball of blue-yellow light blossomed spontaneously before her face.
Kharys opened her eyes, beaming at the bright bundle glowing in the air between her and the Skywalker ... his blue eyes like her father's.
"My torch ran out once while exploring down here," Kharys explained. "I used this trick to light my way out."
"Neat trick."
Kharys rubbed an earring as her skin shaded a deeper green. A combination of mischief and courage played on the girl's face as her gaze narrowed on the light bundle sustained aloft. Suddenly, the cluster zipped, burning a series of faint lines into the air and streaking the dim emptiness with short-lived afterglows.
She watched Anakin's face to see if he could make out her 'A" "N" and "I" figures.
They were Galactic Standard letters: Aurek, Nern, and Isk.
They spelled A-N-I.
Skywalker smiled. "The Force is strong with you, milady."
"You can call me Kharys-if you like."
"You said the patriarch knows about your powers, Kharys?"
"My father refused to give me up for Jedi training," she said. "Because he didn't trust walkers. He said one day, as Matriarch of Skye, I would use the power of the Great Wind for the good of the Windborn."
"What did your mother say about it?"
"My mother died bearing me."
"I ... I'm sorry."
He reached forward, touching her shoulder, his hand warm.
"Thank you, Skywalker."
"Ani."
"Ani," she said. "Jedi Knights don't get to know their mothers either, do they?"
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