Revered and Reviled

Revan laughed joyously as the icy wind whipped past her. "This is glorious!"
"Well, it's certainly different from Dantooine," Alek grumbled. "You're actually enjoying this," he stared at her. "Aren't you cold?"
"No!" Something about the ice and snow of Alzoc seemed to make her wild. "This is why all the students are raised on desert worlds. It's too hot to do anything, it makes them want to sit still, it makes them quiet and thoughtful. But here, a planet like this - " she threw out her arms, and spun in a circle, "here, in the cold, if you sit still and quiet, you will die! You must move, you must live! You cannot accept the cold, you have to fight it! Come!" She seized his hand and dragged him, unresisting to the top of the mountain.
Alek could barely feel the cold as he struggled through the snow behind her, just the touch of her hand was enough to keep him warm. They reached the top, at last. He watched her spin in a wild, happy dance.
"Look! Isn't it beautiful, Alek! Look at everything you can see up here!"
He smiled, and gazed out at the snow fields below, broken here and there by a stand of trees or a clump of huts. In the distance, the one lone spaceport was barely visible. The bright sun reflected harshly on the blue ice, the same color as Revan's eyes. He turned to the south, and started as he saw what seemed to be a strangely colored fire. "What is that?"
"The trail of dawn, fire on the snow," she smiled. Then with a laugh, she explained. "It's an atmospheric phenomenon, generated by the solar wind and only evident at a planet's polar regions. The ions are trapped in the planet's magnetic field, and here in the cold, thin air, we can see the result with naked eyes."
Alek watched the mesmerizing lights in silence for a few minutes, then turned to ask Revan a question. His foot shot out from beneath him on the unfamiliar terrain, but she was still holding his hand and kept him from sliding over.
"Careful!"
Alek considered, then pulled her down to the ground with him. Revan gave one surprised shriek before falling on top of him, laughing. He pulled her to him, and they sank into the snow in a flurry of robes.
"You're not being very careful, Alek."
"No, Revan, I'm not." He met her eyes, marked her smile, the sudden wildness in her eyes. "I am fighting the cold." Alek waited, wondering how she would respond to his invitation.
She moved first, faster than lightning, kissed him savagely and passionately. Alek was a little shocked. He had always known that Revan hid things, but this, this passion, this lack of control - how could she ever have hidden this from her Masters? He knew how hard he had struggled to conceal his own restrained passion. But she was kissing him, drawing his soul from his lips, and he couldn't think of anything but Revan anymore. Revan, her body, lithe and strong, pressed against his; her lips, soft and burning like fire. She buried her hands in his hair, and whispered his name softly. He ran his hands over her body, tracing the outline of her curves beneath the robes, holding her to him.
Suddenly she pulled away, and shot to her feet. She didn't need to say anything, and quickly helped Alek up. She looked at him, thoughtfully, then bent down and picked up a handful of snow.
Alek raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing, Revan?"
"You look like someone's been kissing you." She threw a snowball at him, hitting him squarely in the face. "Now, you don't."
"Revan!" He made his own ball of snow and threw it back at her. "Now you don't either!"
She laughed, and threw another snowball at him. By the time Master Lestin arrived at the top of the mountain, seeking his wayward students, they were in the middle of a genuine snowball fight, laughing like children, with cheeks bright from the cold and their hair sopping wet from the snow.
The Twi'lek shook his head in mock despair at the two young humans. "So much for the vaunted dignity of the Order. If you two are ready, we should return to the lodge and see if our ship is ready to leave now."
"Yes, Master," they chorused in union. Revan brushed away the last of the snow from her robes, and helped Malak do the same. He had, by far, gotten the worst of the fight. Her aim was unerring, and she had practically covered him with snowballs.
"Was the mission successful, Master?" asked Revan as they walked back.
Alek listened with half an ear, and instead looked at the snow. They had left an obvious trail as they had walked up. The Master hadn't needed to use the Force to find them, and Revan's innate sensitivity had warned her of his approach. No need to hide what was in plain sight, after all. Master Lestin had lectured Alek on his passion for Revan more than once. But he wondered now, had anyone ever noticed Revan's feelings? Or were all the Masters too busy being concerned by her insatiable thirst for knowledge, following the obvious trail and ignoring the hidden meaning beneath? He glanced at Master Lestin, who was carefully explaining the intricacies of the newly crafted treaty to Revan.
"Alek?" Revan looked at him. "Are you all right?"
"Blinded by the snow," Alek replied.
Revan smiled at him, and took his arm. "Just follow me."