Rey - a person, it was as good as any definition she or anyone else had attempted to put on her. Impulsively Rey reached for the rocks, following the sound of a voice that was in retrospect absolutely far too awkwardly spoken to belong to the Force. Nudging a few rough, gray rocks aside Rey's hand fell on a smooth blue stone, brushing her thumb over it for a moment before carefully picking it up.
"Jacen, not the Force," echoing his previous assessment of her end of things she nodded again for no one. "Not a Jedi yet - I'm trying to be but," she frowned and rose back to her feet, trying not to dwell too much on how she was talking to a rock. "I found where your voice was coming from. Am I in a rock for you too? A blue one?" A pause and then - "are you a Jedi?"
He can't help the smile that touches his lips at her acknowledgment, the way she echoes his words. Jacen, not the Force. He's been agonizing about his identity for quite sometime now — who he is, what it truly means to be a Jedi — but for as nondescript as Jacen, not the Force is, it strangely feels... fitting.
"Yes, I'm hearing your voice from a rock. A blue one." He tries to recall if he knows a Jedi apprentice by the name of Rey, but nobody comes to mind. "And yes, I'm a Jedi." He pauses, not sure what else he should or shouldn't say, but something in the Force seems to tell him that it's okay, that he can trust her. "I was apprenticed to my uncle, Luke Skywalker. My full name is Jacen Solo." Maybe his name will ring any bells. He hopes.
"Luke Skywalker? But you can't be." Staring at the rock as though it had just called her a rude name Rey's head tilted to the side, considering what this might mean. "You're a Solo? Who are your parents?" She only knew of one Solo offspring and he was highly unpleasant.
"I'm with Luke Skywalker and he won't train me," she had spent the last few days trying to get him to change his mind with very limited success, that this talking rock was claiming otherwise - and in the most outlandish way possible was beyond comprehension.
Something in her tone makes him hesitate for a moment. Is she offended that he's a Solo? It kind of sounded like it... but it's not like he can actually confirm that just from a disembodied voice coming out of a blue rock, so he decides to press on, and the way to do so is to answer her questions. "Yeah, I am. I'm the eldest son of Han Solo and Leia Organa." And, well, the only son left now. "I have a twin sister, Jaina, and we had a younger brother, Anakin."
It's her next statement that makes him frown. "By train, do you mean you're speaking to him through a rock too? Because he's here with me. Well, not right now, but I mean we came to this planet together."
Everything he has to say about who he is and where he came from is mind-boggling to Rey. Eldest son? Sister? Every detail is filed away in her already puzzled mind to turn over at a later time, and - should the voice in the rock persist, perhaps ask him about when things were less of a complete puzzlement. His question about Luke however - that couldn't wait a moment longer, and a response tumbled out of her before Rey had had time to think too long about it.
"No?" She sounded uncertain, casting a glance over the other rocks in the pile where she had found the blue one now resting on the palm of her hand. "Yours is the only talking rock I've ever found." Rey tried to picture him on the other side of things, as confused as she was and an actual person - not a manifestation of the Force or of a planet's consciousness.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"Jacen, not the Force," echoing his previous assessment of her end of things she nodded again for no one. "Not a Jedi yet - I'm trying to be but," she frowned and rose back to her feet, trying not to dwell too much on how she was talking to a rock. "I found where your voice was coming from. Am I in a rock for you too? A blue one?" A pause and then - "are you a Jedi?"
no subject
"Yes, I'm hearing your voice from a rock. A blue one." He tries to recall if he knows a Jedi apprentice by the name of Rey, but nobody comes to mind. "And yes, I'm a Jedi." He pauses, not sure what else he should or shouldn't say, but something in the Force seems to tell him that it's okay, that he can trust her. "I was apprenticed to my uncle, Luke Skywalker. My full name is Jacen Solo." Maybe his name will ring any bells. He hopes.
no subject
"I'm with Luke Skywalker and he won't train me," she had spent the last few days trying to get him to change his mind with very limited success, that this talking rock was claiming otherwise - and in the most outlandish way possible was beyond comprehension.
no subject
It's her next statement that makes him frown. "By train, do you mean you're speaking to him through a rock too? Because he's here with me. Well, not right now, but I mean we came to this planet together."
no subject
"No?" She sounded uncertain, casting a glance over the other rocks in the pile where she had found the blue one now resting on the palm of her hand. "Yours is the only talking rock I've ever found." Rey tried to picture him on the other side of things, as confused as she was and an actual person - not a manifestation of the Force or of a planet's consciousness.