Private Dining Disaster [ Dashiells + Friends ]

[Makai Dashiell]

ORRON III, EDGE OF ARKUHN FARM

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Cerys Dyn | Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Judah Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell | Kellan Dashiell

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Chaos echoed through the stone and wood home.

Specifically, the kitchen.

The family was gathering to meet Balun’s student, an idea brought up by his father in some meeting with his brother some time ago. Makai didn’t know the details, just that his home had been chosen as the meeting point. The half-Galan was more surprised this was actually occurring and this student was real. He and Persephone originally thought Balun had made up the entire student story.

Still could have. Maybe he bribed some poor unexpecting kid to come along.

The whistle of the tea kettle brought him out of those thoughts. His wife, now pregnant with their second, was going through the same nausea as before. Pouring hot water into a large thermos and adding tea bags, he passed the task of delivery off to Persephone. Home from university, the teenager inspected the thermos before disappearing, as if he did it wrong.

Gaze flicked to the kitchen island. He had put his father and both kids to work assisting with meal prep. All three were well used to the routine.

“Papa, does this mean I have to go to my teacher’s house for dinner?”

Chuckling, Makai shook his head.

“No. This is different, how Jedi do things. Although we could have your teacher over, it may be seen as favoritism.”

“Oh. Good.” Little tongue stuck out as Phoebe went back to her task of cutting vegetables with her child-safe knife, content in the answer.​

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[Judah Dashiell]

If Judah could pick a different time for this meeting, he would have. Most of the afternoon he had been entertaining the kids or walking up and down the stairs checking on his daughter-in-law. Yet it seemed they were in some sort of Jedi battle lull with no chance of being rescheduled for a reasonable time.

So he had stepped in with some of the cooking. Not the risotto, that was Makai’s thing, but roast nuna with herbs was his task, along with keeping an eye on the grandchildren and their vegetable chopping.

“Poor kid may not even be here long.”

“Why?”

“The family can be…a lot.” Judah reached out and squeezed Kellan’s shoulder, careful not to jostle the boy. “Bet you’re excited to see your Dad though. Maybe you can show him that aquarium you and Uncle Mak have been setting up.”

 

[Balun Dashiell]

DINING DISASTER (This is a horrible idea)
LOCATION: Orron III, Arkuhn Farm
INVENTORY: Jedi Robes
TAGS: Cerys Dyn | Makai Dashiell | Judah Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Persephone Dashiell | Kellan Dashiell

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Meeting his family for an evening may have seemed to be crossing the line between personal and professional boundaries, yet despite the apprehension that Balun felt about the evening, he believed that in the end, it would be beneficial for Cerys Dyn to witness the family dynamic, an environment of love and constant support for one another, regardless of the amount of bickering, arguing and overall drama's that filled the Dashiell's history of events such as these.

Being the only Force-User among the Dashiells could be difficult at times, especially when attending family dinners. Questions of what Balun had been up to of late, usually pertaining to stories of Jedi-related tasks, met with looks of indifference, scepticism, and disappointment; And while this sounded all very negative, the fact remained that despite their differences of views, Balun was inseparable from his family. There wasn't a single reason that could give him cause to look away, always ready to drop things at a moment's notice should they need anything of him, and he believed they felt the same. This was what it meant to be part of a family.

He and Cerys Dyn would arrive via the Liberty's Edge, settling down upon the outer edge of the Arkuhn Farm, allowing time on the walk towards the house so that Balun could give Cerys a sense of what to expect; "I'm assuming you've likely been dreading this but despite whatever reservations you have about this evening, I think you'll get along well with my brother. He also likes to give me a lot of chit, about pretty much everything" Balun informed Cerys with a bit of a dry laugh as he started moving down the path towards Makai Dashiell and Myra Arceneau Dashiell 's residence; "I should forewarn you that our family events have a history of going south, always the odd family drama and what not but that's all part of the experience. Hopefully by the end of the evening you'll see why I've dragged you along for the evening".

Cerys wasn't raised in a family environment such as this, as Ala Quin described when she informed Balun of his Apprentice's background. Instead, she had been brought up under the influence of a cult, where she had learned that it was better to show apathy than it was to allow oneself to hold attachments to others. Even by Jedi standards, whoever had raised Cerys took a radical approach to personal relationships, and when the two had first been introduced to one another, it had taken a long time to truly get Cerys to entertain the idea of an actual discussion with Balun. Even now, Cerys refused to consider the two being friends, which in itself was in stark contrast to Balun's openly friendly nature with others, even strangers.

"I didn't meet my Father and Brother until I was roughly eighteen or nineteen, but getting to know them and the rest of the family changed my life for the better. It may be unorthodox, but I'm hoping that exposing you to my family life might encourage you to see the benefits that close, trusted relationships such as friends and family can bring to your own life".

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Kellan Dashiell]

DINING DISASTER - DASHIELLS & FRIENDS
LOCATION: Home | Orron III
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Judah Dashiell | Balun Dashiell | Cerys Dyn

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Kellan grinned back up at his grandfather from his seat at the kitchen counter. In front of him was a chopping block where he had been carefully cutting up the vegetables provided by Makai Dashiell . It had been a couple of weeks since his Dad's last visit; Kellan had been living with his Uncle Mak and Aunt Myra since being enrolled on the Agricorps curriculum under the Jedi Order. This way, he got to work the farm on Lythos IX, working alongside other professionals in the trade under his Uncle's agricultural enterprise, all while furthering his education as a Jedi too. Naturally, Kellan didn't understand much of it, only that he got to have fun getting his hands dirty while his Dad had been the one to organise it all with his family and the Jedi back on Naboo.

"Yeah, can't wait!"

Knowing that he was going to see his Pa today, though, had been a wondrous surprise when he'd been told. It had made the week go much more slowly in the evenings, though he had the daily tasks to keep him distracted. Almost five years old, he had learned a lot in the past month, and even on the weekends, Uncle Mak and Aunt Myra had him and his cousin Phoebe studying under private tutors. Kellan didn't know many other kids his age, so he didn't really understand that he was getting ahead of the learning curve for the average youngling of four years old. The bright side, however, was that he always had something to do. Always keeping busy, and when not doing chores and learning, he was off playing with his best friend Pheebs.

"Do you think his friend will like me? Dad didn't have a Padawan when I was going there". By there, Kellan meant the days when he was going to and from Shiraya's Sanctuary with his father every morning and late evening. They would travel together from Jhaessa Prime, rarely staying overnight on Naboo. When doing so, Kellan always got to stay up late and play with the other Padawan Learners his age.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, though. It was silly, as his father was a Jedi Knight now and his Padawan learned from him just as Balun had taught Kellan a great deal, but even still, Kellan wanted whoever they were to like him. Not only would it make his father happy, but it also came from a place of deep personal insecurity.