[She frowns a little, searching her memory. There were flickers, here and there, of her parents. Snippets of song. Fragrances. Soft hands and soft laughter. Most of her childhood was centered around Aden and the droids that cared for them. The odd nanny that put them to bed.]
She sang, sometimes. My mother. The droids would whistle the tune whenever Aden and I missed her, which was often. They were silver, bipedal. The newest available, from what I remember. Human enough in appearance for a child, but not so much as to be mistaken for anything other than what they were. The caretakers were...stuffy. Strict. All were brunette, I think they might have been sisters. With irritating, nasally voices.
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[She frowns a little, searching her memory. There were flickers, here and there, of her parents. Snippets of song. Fragrances. Soft hands and soft laughter. Most of her childhood was centered around Aden and the droids that cared for them. The odd nanny that put them to bed.]
She sang, sometimes. My mother. The droids would whistle the tune whenever Aden and I missed her, which was often. They were silver, bipedal. The newest available, from what I remember. Human enough in appearance for a child, but not so much as to be mistaken for anything other than what they were. The caretakers were...stuffy. Strict. All were brunette, I think they might have been sisters. With irritating, nasally voices.