[ Serenity has been lonely before. While she has her guardians, yes, and they provide comfort and friendship she'll miss now that she's on Arrakis, a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach has always told her that...

...she can't say what it's told her. So far, she's been unable to pin down the nature of this gap between her and those she cares for.

Her and most she's met.

She sits back, neck craned now so that she's staring straight upward. ]

I hope it is. [ If she pretends, one of the moons could be hers. ] If it crosses your path, you should let it in. I wish you could promise me that.

[ Still, she won't ask that of him.

She pulls her limbs in, curls up tight. The pinkie finger of her left hand draws circles on her right knee through the fabric of her dress. ]

Maybe it'll be like my dream. He won't look behind, and I won't get the chance.

[ A touch pessimistic; see what happens when she's left to dwell inside her thoughts? One wiggle of her hips later, she tucks her chin at her knees. ]

But...he could be here on Arrakis, somewhere.

[ Her mother may have very well perceived the inevitable snag in the plans, deciding to send her anyway for a multitude of endpoints. ]