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Father and son

Naboo, 1600 hours.

"Come, Articus." Gherron kept his hand outstretched until his son took it firmly, swinging their arms back and forth. He laughed softly at the small blonde's joyfulness, oblivious to everything else around them. Since he'd found out about his son, Nefertatri had been glad to give him some time alone to bond, which was more than he could ever dream of asking for. This was what pure happiness felt like, having the tiny human walking alongside him as toured the local marketplace. Making his way to a stand and purchased a meiloorun, taking a small bite and offering for Articus to do the same. The child took a bite as big as he could, then giggled happily. "It's sweet!!" Gherron laughed in response and ruffled his son's hair softly, then continued walking around, feeling at peace for what seemed like the first time in what seemed like forever.

[member="Lynn Corerunner"]
 
One could not truly appreciate a simple day unless they were surrounded by complex and busy days. The life of a Padawan was that of learning and training, a constant cycle until it became life. So when she had a free day, she took it. Unlike a normal day, she wore no armor and no jedi robes. She wore a attire simular to a Persian wanderer. She wore Brown pants and a tan shirt, but her hands were wrapped like a fighter and her legs were wrapped along with a scrap with many strands. Lastly, her hair was tied in a ponytail with the two end strands going down her spine.

Under her wrapping was a single lightsaber, her most prized one. She usually carried multiple sabers, but today was a day or relaxation, but she always needed one weapon. She would not feel right without one.

She looked through the market, taking in the sight and smalls and even seeking out some different foods to try. For a traditional Jedi, food was indeed a weakness, but a growing girl needed food. After she made her purchases she took a seat at a table outdoors and breathed in the fresh, relaxing air. She smiled at the simplicity, she wasn't a Jedi at the moment, but a teen enjoying foods she had never tried before in a village she had never experienced.

[member="Gherron Vael"]
 
As Gherron continued to walk with his son, he tried to ignore the constant itch at the back of his head, simply because he knew what it was. There was a Jedi somewhere among the bustling crowds of people in the marketplace. Now, he wasn't fond of the order for his own reasons, but that still wouldn't stop him from meeting and helping those that aligned themselves with it. After all, not all Jedi were pompous hypocrites. That's exactly why he didn't want anything to do with them right now, however. For the first time in his life, he felt peace outside of the order's influence. He didn't want a chance at that being ruined. Still, he cursed himself inwardly as he found he wasn't making any attempt to conceal his own force signature, and that he himself was making his way closer to the presence he'd felt so strongly. It was like a hunger, wanting to seek out those he could help and guide. It was just the kind of person he was. It didn't take long for him to find his son and himself a table to sit down at, where he ordered an appetizer for them to enjoy, and then he saw her. The blonde in the simple outfit not ten feet away. There was no doubt. Sighing softly, he shook his head as he took a drink of his soda. Why was he like this?

(OOC: Sorry for the delay! I forgot completely about this thread)

[member="Lynn Nantaris"]
 

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