Skywalker had to admit, Edaline’s ability to read others was a bit creepy. “Yes . . . my niece, Rue, daughter of my sister Natalya. She had a God-given talent for tracking. She drowned months ago.” He listened to Edaline speak more, cleared his throat when she was done, offered words of his own. “I . . . I do feel . . . somewhat drawn to you. I don’t know what it is, or why. I just know that I - I’ve never met anyone like you.” Skywalker shuffled his paws, feeling awkward and nervous, not wanting to mince his speech.
“Lord is there anyone?”