The Maiden: youth, enchantment, expansion, the promise of new beginnings, birth, youthful enthusiasm, the joy of living, and independence.

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Leia smiled and leaned back into Han's arms. She watched and laughed as Ewoks and Alliance members danced under the torch light. Here, away from the technology that governed the rest of the universe, the celebration seemed more magical. She looked at the sky, remembering the destruction of the New Death Star or Death Star II or whatever the Imperials called it. From the ground it looked like a firework exploding, the first sign of celebration and freedom. It welcomed in the beginning of a new era, promised a fresh start without the terror of its predecessor. The joy would spread across the universe, touching everything, rippling, expanding.

For a time she felt untied. Tomorrow there was work to be done. But tonight she was not weighed down by duty to the universe, leadership of the Alliance, grief for her planet. The heaviness of her father's legacy had not yet set in. Even as she took the title of princess, senator, and rebel leader, positions with power, she felt their weight. Leia knew what was resting on her shoulders, the lives she was responsible for, and underneath her royal mask she had the burning need to prove herself. But not any more. Freedom, independence – tonight she held her head high. She was young and her whole life stretched out before her with bright promise.

Suddenly she laughed, feeling free, new, fresh, reborn. She grabbed Han's hands and dragged him in a wild, unstructured dance. She was so full of emotion, enthusiasm, excitement, passion, that she had to dance, had to move, had to do something, anything to let it out. Tomorrow there was work to be done. But tonight, tonight, under the waxing moon, surrounded by celebrating friends, family of shared trails, shared victories, (and one family by blood), tonight she reviled in the joy of laughing, loving, living. Tonight she was happy to be.