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Festival of the Skyborn. (Public Event on Kesh)

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Once more the galaxy had been invited to a night of peace and lights, stars in the sky and crafted by the hands of mortals on the ground. It was the second annual Festival of the Skyborn to which those who stood on Kesh were treated to once more. A holiday that had been created to remember the history and culture of the Keshiri and to bring people together for a single night.[/SIZE]​
[SIZE=14.6667px]His hands crossed behind him as what was once thought up as a ball had been expanded. Tahv was busier than it had ever been before, its streets were filled with people, their were bright lights lining the streets and the Circle Eternal was open with its view of the stars unobstructed by lights, creating a spectacular view of the stars. Solan had ordered fireworks prepared and this celebration’s highpoint would be this night as it had been going on and being prepared for several days now. [/SIZE]​
[SIZE=14.6667px]The entire thing was a place for people to relax, there would be no fighting today if he had anything to say about it. The event broadcasted throughout the galaxy, a night of peace, beauty, serene and clean air that held excitement and wonder. There remained first the Circle Eternal, a garden of absolute beauty with as little light as possible. It contained numerous flowers and flora of uncountable variety with the glow of small insects filling the air of the once public garden. The fountain letting a cool jet of water into the air and collecting as the statues stood with a watchful and peaceful gaze. [/SIZE]​
(Gonna have to imagine this one... no Pictures fit my dream of this place.)​
[SIZE=14.6667px]The main streets, filled by shops and stands, selling all kinds of merchandise from flowers, to food, to clothing and masks. The lights adorning the buildings glowed softly and crossed over the streets like stars themselves. The scents of the air, a gentle breeze letting the scents of food and the crisp night air flow softly over those occupying the streets. Pulling at the strings of people’s hearts and loosening their muscles. The Starports, busy constantly in the past day were shut down for the night in Tahv at least, airfields and transport cleared several miles away in order to not obstruct the view of anyone whom would look up and see the stars above which which the Festival got its name.[/SIZE]​
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[SIZE=14.6667px]A Ball in the palace for those of which saw themselves as to be here for a more stately way of celebration. Its doors were opened for those of which saw themselves, though it was not the only place that would hear the sounds of soft music for which set the peaceful mood. Great forums, normally cluttered by traffic and raging mobs were cleared out to allow for a much greater expanse for dancing. The sound of the many songs carried on that same crisp night air, out of the palace itself and through the very people that swarmed over the city for this event. [/SIZE]​
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[SIZE=14.6667px]The plains outside the city open and watched, with all kinds of different things to find as well as the river that ran near the city filled with ancient styled boats for which people to be alone and together. Crafted wooden with very little more about them to be held. Simple two an ships that would be useable by any as long as they could find one. The flow of the water bringing them calmly down it to be alone and together under the sky. The water itself was as cool as the night air, calm and only the ripple of the boats disturbing it. [/SIZE]​
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(Solan's IC section)​

Solan all the while walked away from the city with his own plans for the night. He had abandoned his guards and his attendants, taking with him a simple device that he had bought a while back to look into the night sky with. It was a consumer telescope, meant to see the stars far off as if they were a million times closer and he smiled as his hands tightened on the strap of the bag.​
He had no reason to remain around others for once, infact her felt tonight was a night he could truly spend a moment of free time exploring the old enjoyments he long forgot. As such there was also the case of a certain wooden instrument slung over his other shoulder as he walked into the plains outside the city.​
It had been nice, walking through the streets with his eyes watching those around him. A few had recognized him but largely he had hidden himself from the people in the streets, letting them enjoy their night without him causing a ruckus. He remembered the past balls as he had walked through the streets though.​
First there had been those moments he spent long ago, talking to his old friend he never saw anymore. He wondered if Lady Kay was doing well, curious if she spent her days fighting the hutts in his absence or if she had found more stable and less risky work. Then there was Taeli Rae. Another friend who he had not talked with for a long time. He wondered how she was doing with her products, and how he had had so little time to talk about business or her personal life.​
Then there were those from the Empire that he was going to beat upside the head. Aedan and Romeo, two of his closest Allies in the past and old friends he could call on for a fight or a chat depending on their moods. He liked that about them, it was simple, and to be honest it made life easier when it came to dealing with those two as he could simply knock heads with them one day, than have a drink the next.​
There had also been old fires he thought about for the moment. His first love, dead because of a disease he had not known how to cure and lost without knowing he had left behind a kid. Then there was Genevieve, who had gone crazy and become a shadow of her former self. A friend he would have stood beside without question had she not taken the road that she had so long ago. He also thought about Seanna for a moment, wondering how she was after all this time and curious what things are like for her with the Mandalorians she calls family now.​
All the past people made him curious about how life would have changed without them. He laughed internally as his hand slung off the two cases, letting the touch the earth under him as he sat down on the grass out in the fields around Tahv. His hand withdrawing the violin from its case and as he closed his eyes and mind to the world he breathed in. He was going to enjoy the night, he knew that there was something different about it but for all he could tell it was going to be a beautiful night.​
 

Sadran Simitri

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It was Sadrans first time on Kesh and she had high expectations, tonight exceeded those a million times over. The city was filled to the brim with beauty. There were people laughing and singing on every block. Lights were strung round and round all the buildings, illuminating the night sky. It was perfect... almost. If she had attended this magical place for the purpose of celebration she would have explored every inch and immersed herself in the wonder of it all. Unfortunately that was not the case.

Tonight she was dressed in a long, gold, shimmering gown that made it very difficult to walk. Her green hair was pulled up into an intricate bun which made her temples ache. And she was weaponless, not a way she liked to be. She yearned for a pair of pants and her sword. But Sadran had to make an appearance at the ball as part of a deal with someone you wouldn't want to cross paths with, Borran Qualto. On her last expedition she may or may not have blown up one of his ships. Instead of killing her, he "generously" offered her another option. Show up to this event, eavesdrop on some people, and deliver what she learned.

She dragged her feet up the steps into the ball. She was about to step into the threshold but she turned her head and gazed towards the party below. "Ah to hell with it." Sadran muttered. She bent down and clutched the hem in her dress above the knee and pulled, it parted with a satisfying rip. This welcomed many quizzical looks from stuffy party-goers. Next she tugged at her hair till it came down and rested below her shoulder blades. Finally she kicked off the heels that have been creating blisters on her heels.

"Much better." she thought. She decided she would deal with Qualto later. Tonight she would live, really live. That wasn't something she did very often.

Down the steps she went into the sea of people. Past vendors selling their merchandise, musicians playing songs that made you tap your feet, and parades of dancers lining the streets. She kept going till it got quieter, a river emerged on her left. Boats carrying pairs of two, created ripples in the calm water. On she went till she was in a field. Behind her, Sadran could still hear the cheers of people who went without a care in the world.

She curled her bare feet into the soft grass and inhaled the fresh air. For a moment she closed her eyes and imagined that this was all there was, vast fields where she could live out her life without having to always watch her back. When she opened her eyes she welcomed the reality, she wasn't sure she could ever give up her life and the freedom she had.

Sadran was about to head back to the city but something pulled her further into the field, it sounded like music, violin maybe. She followed the peaceful sound until she spotted a figure ahead. His back was to her, but she could see that he was the source of the melodious sound. She walked a little closer. She didn't want to disturb the player, she just wanted to listen. She sat down in the grass a little ways away to where she thought he wouldn't notice.

She closed her eyes again, welcoming the music.

[member="Solan Charr"]
 
Visibly, Kimiko was the picture of formal grace. Practiced time and time again during her stay in servitude. But tonight, internally, she was a nervous wreck. She had been brought to a large event with the intention of being another party goer's date. It was with none other than [member="Bryce Bantam"] to whom she accompanied this night. Assured no one would bother her about status and that she should enjoy herself for once. On top of that, her evening attire was causing a soft pink to grace her cheeks. Her strapless black and crimson lace dress hugged her curves and fell just above her toes, a slit on the right side up to her thigh. Her shiny black heels only raised her height by an inch, meaning she still had to look up to most as they past.

Walking beside her date, arms linked, Kimiko looked more forced than relaxed as they neared the gathering. Green eyes looked up expectantly, before she asked, in a hushed voice,"M-Master, I have never...attended an event like this without being among the staff. Are you sure I'll be...okay like this?"
 
BB gently placed his hand on that of [member="Kimiko"], turned to her and gave her a warm, understanding smile. It hadn't been more than a week since he had freed her form slavery and the adjustment was as expected going to take time.

Before addressing her concerns verbally, BB admired her outfit once more. [member="Solan Charr"] was never one to skimp on quality and this combination was no exception. Kimiko looked lovely and BB was sure he would get more than a few jealous looks from the nobles but kark them and their high handed manners. He was here to host the gathering on behalf of the king, so they could shove thier distane.

"You'll be fine Kimiko, just follow my lead and smile that wonderful smile. Anything comes up just let me handle it."
 
Unconsciously, Kimiko gives the hand on her own a squeeze. Her own gaze quickly admired how sharp he looked himself before her cheeks nearly matched his hair. Snapping her face towards the gathered party to distract herself before speaking.

"As...as you wish Master." a faint smile tugged the corners of her lips upward after she responded.

[member="Bryce Bantam"]
 
[member="Sadran Simitri"]

His eyes turned to the side as he felt someone coming towards where he sat and as he reached out with the force, he tried to feel who it was that was coming towards him. His eyes closed once more as he continued to play, though his mind remained outstretched as he focused on the speck of life that continued to draw closer before surrendering his eyesight to the force and looking through it at the woman who came ever closer. She didn't seem too old, nor was she a Keshiri meaning it was someone who was wandering by chance or looking for him on purpose. He could feel no malice or hostility at all from her though, something that interested him as to why she was heading in this direction. His hands continued to play while he sat there though, showing no signs of noticing her.

IF she was here to attack him, he would be far more than ready to deal with an attempt on his life having the land at his disposal. If she had found this place by chance, then he would leave her be just as she likely planned to leave him be. It was a night he could find himself alone and looking outwards to find anything familiar among the stars or see if any souls nearby were familiar or not. Playing for this passerby was something he did not find to be a bother to him, he would have played whether she was there or not, and it was simply fine if she enjoyed the music. That thought found its way twisting in his mind as he played. If he had not become the person he was, if he had become a Jedi who enjoyed the beauties of the world. It would have been a very different path for him.

When she sat to listen his head turned ever so slightly, his eyes in the force looking at her while those of his physical ones stayed closed. He remained focused on his song, leaving her to the silence of the night and to listen to him play or leave.
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran laid on her back and looked up at the sky, fireworks illuminated the dark with showers of color. A slight breeze washed over her, and swept through her hair. It was all truly magnificent.

She sat up and stretched her arms out. She looked over to the man playing the violin, he seemed so peaceful. It must be nice to be able to spend your days doing a hobby you enjoy and in such a beautiful place, without a care in the world.

At that moment she could have sworn he looked back at her, just for a brief moment. The music didn't pause though, and she had made a point to be quiet enough to not be noticed. Sadran pondered it for a moment, he could just be extremely perceptive, or she wasn't as stealthy as she thought. Or maybe, just maybe, he could have the force. If that was the case she hoped he wasn't Jedi, she found them rather boring.

Her curiosity took hold for a moment, she took her stiletto that was sitting beside her raised it above her head. She had always been a good shot. She drew it back and then released it forward, it propelled towards his head.

If she were right than it wouldn't strike him. If she were wrong than he might think of her as insane, she could apologize later if that was the case.

[member="Solan Charr"]
 
For once, Joza had no motive for being here other than to enjoy the festival. There was no ulterior purpose, no targets to be had, no information to gather. In a similar vein, she was also not here to drink herself into oblivion and dance like she was in a Paradise City night club. She’d heard of the Festival of the Skyborn before but had never had a chance to witness it herself. What better way to wind down from a traumatic event?

Instead of trying her luck with the more lavish affair that was the Ball, the Zeltron had taken to wandering the streets. She’d just purchase some sort of hot drink from a vendor, not really caring what it was other than the fact that it was their “specialty”. Steam drifted from the open cup, and she’d nearly spilled the entire thing as a trio of rambunctious Keshiri children decked out in festival masks came barreling by. One of them shouted an apology over his shoulder, not bothering to stop as he did so and Joza only chuckled.

Sipping some of the tea, the pink tinted woman wove her way through the crowds, taking the time to admire the lights and structures that had been erected for this celebration. She hadn’t put much thought into her outfit, plain leggings and a tank top with a light long sleeved jacket to ward of the potential chill of the night air. Her vibrant skin didn’t stand out much against the naturally lavender Keshiri, and for once it felt good to blend in. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she would come across [member="Solan Charr"]. He had said he was a part of the Kesh government, right? Or something like that. She felt as if she sensed him meandering through the crowd a few times, but didn’t bother to pursue it, still ashamed of the events on Ruusan. If she had the chance to catch him tonight, she should probably try and apologize.

Regardless of whatever happened, Joza would remain content to mingle with the throngs of festival goers.
 
[member="Sadran Simitri"]

Solan smiled as he watched her move to grab the stiletto, his eyes flicking to the side behind his eyelids and without so much as missing a note of the song he moved. It was slight, almost he had started to sway wit his own playing, but it was obvious the movement was diliberate as he grinned and his head turned to the side once more, this time with one eye opening ever so slightly to look at Sadran with a sapphire colored eye. He continued to play though, his eye resting on the woman as his crooked grin remained on his face. He was watching her now, curious about her as he played.

It was likely the woman might find the action strange, maybe even unnerving, but that was who he was. He was not someone who sat around and was anything but normal. Instead he was te one who analyzed even those he knew nothing about, studied them and their reactions to different words and stimuli. What would happen if he were to simply attack, or if he were to revert to the flirtatious fool most knew him for. Would she run off, would she become hooked, or would she laugh and look at him like that fool he disguised himself as a great deal of the time. All possibilities and he smiled as he knew that any of those possibilities were all equally likely.

He did notice one thing though, simply from just the look at her and through the force earlier. She was not connected to the force in such a way as himself, her strand far too thin to be able to control it. She was like the Mandos he fought with... well some of them. It seemed a rather alarming number of people were trained in the force while also having positions of power these days, though that fact was not someting he could say he didn't prove true himself. None the less, she could not feel the force as he and others could, that was enough to make worry of her being a sith lower.
 
Tahv.

It was known as the City of Glass.

So there was probably nothing so frightening to it as the stampede of unaccompanied minors. Giggling, the young clone of Jango Fett was running and weaving his way through the crowds. The Alderaan Queen had stopped at Kesh en route back to Kal'Shebbol in order to refuel and take on supplies. Which, any time a Corellian freighter stopped anywhere, no matter the reason, inevitably it was so that repairs could be made. Corellians would be reluctant to say anything in public, but the YT-2400 was about as reliable as a Hutt banker. And gave about the same rate of return on that investment.

By the time that they'd gotten the ship functional again, the space ports had shut down in preparation for a festival. As they appeared to be staying at Kesh overnight, the two boys had decided to join the celebration. They just had two entirely different ideas about how to celebrate.

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] was at a public exhibit about the history of the Keshiri and the legend of the Skyborn, having an academic debate about the Lost Tribe of the Sith with a retired university professor. With that going on, Three had lasted two seconds before boredom had sparked the young Clone Trooper to venture out on his own. And it would probably be another hour before Sor-Jan even realized that Three was gone.

He wasn't entirely by himself though. A blue accented BB unit was rolling along close behind the copper toned kid. BB-4 was good for that, and generally carried the identicards and credit cubes for the boys as neither was all that responsible on their own or when left to their own devices.

The boy was carrying a waffle cone containing some kind of carnival food that was both indescribably sugary and undeniably bad for you delicious. It was called Cloud Candy, and had the consistency of cotton candy, but was frozen and had a flavor more akin to gelato. As it warmed, it seemed to evaporate into steam as it began melting off, giving the impression that the youngling was carrying an ice cream cone full of dry ice.

As the boy went barreling through the crowd in a rush to try and see all of the vendors and games and booths and carnival rides, the small Clone Trooper dashed past a pink person. Putting on the brakes, the boy skidded to a halt as recognition triggered in his mind. Looking back, a smear of Cloud Candy wisping off his cheek, the youngling found himself looking up at the familiar sight of the Zeltron person from Exocron.

"Hi, Miss Pink Lady, ma'am!" the boy offered brightly, with a large wave of one arm.

Yes, as far as Three was concerned, that was her name. Miss Pink Lady, Ma'am. Yes, you said the whole thing.

Plus, he had no idea what her actual name was.

[member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Solan Charr"]​
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran held her breath as the shoe sailed towards the man. A split second before it collided with his head it seemed to move just an inch to the left, landing beside him in the grass. And then he turned his head to look back at her with a lopsided grin. He looked human, although these days you can't really tell just by looking at a person. He was maybe a few years older than her. And he seemed friendly which was good, most of the time there is a 50/50 chance the person was going to attempt to kill you.

She smiled back and called out to him, "My apologies, I had an inkling about you and I had to test my theory. It proved to be true though so that's a plus."

[member="Solan Charr"]
 
[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Sadran Simitri"]

Armis walked the grounds of the festival. He head on a swivel and his eyes scanning. In his right hand he carried a sheathed Katana on his right hip a blaster in a holster. He wore is guard uniform with insignia. Behind him a few steps was a small group of people walking along enjoying the sights.

Even at first glance it looked like Armis was there only because the group was. They approached Solan and Sadran just in time to witness the shoe throw and her comment.

Armis shook his head as the small group of people stopped and gasped at the display.

"You know there are more appropriate ways to test theories other than risking someones safety."

Armis looked at the man.

"Sir are you ok?"

The question was a formally as he had clearly seen the weapon of opportunity miss the man.
 
[member="Armis Vindex"] [member="Sadran Simitri"]

His brow rose when she mentioned that, how she was just testing her theory and it had proven true.

"You know, there are very few that would immediately jump to the conclusion that you had. I must say that you impress me with that much of a deduction." He had stopped playing finally, knowing the movement of his jaw would have made it near impossible. His hands moved to place the wooden instrument and the bow onto his lap, leaving them there while he talked and looked her over, only then turning his eyes on the other newcomer with a raised brow. Unlike the woman, this one's strand was more than large enough to warrant his assumption of him being a sensitive.

The group was unexpected, he had thought he had gone far enough away that all of this would be a silent experience for him. It seemed that things were not so simple as that and he smiled as his eyes turned on the group and his voice sounded once more.

"Perfectly fine, all of you, i hope that the night is beautiful for you... would you all enjoy a song?" He smiled with his sapphire eyes looking over them, no hostility to the orbs that shone because of the moonlight. He may have tried to be alone, but it was clear that no one here knew who he was, and he was content with being a violinist that had separated from the rest of the bright lights to be found under the stars rather than to see none at all.
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran smiled, "Well thank you. I have always been very perceptive about those types of things, although I don't have the force myself, but you probably already knew that. Lovely playing by the way."

She then turned to face the crowd approaching her and the violinist. She chuckled to herself, what they had just witnessed must have made her look off her rocker. The man leading the crowd carried two weapons and she had none due to her attire from earlier that evening. She didn't think the situation would go down a route requiring a weapon but she always felt better with a sword in hand.

Sadran replied to the man who had questioned her, "With all due respect, what makes you think I was putting him in danger? I could have purposely aimed the shoe to land exactly next to him." Of course that wasn't the truth, but worth a shot.

[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Armis Vindex"]
 
BB had made sure he and Kimiko were a little late to the ball. Just enough to be fashionable but still in plenty of time to host the upcoming duties. Men in stuffed shirts pranced around like overfed peacocks, while women in fashionable but all too revealing dresses circled around the richest and most affluent, hoping to catch an eye of one of them.

Kark this was not Solan at all, the inflated ego's alone could barely be contained by the grand arches. No BB suspected this whole ball was solely done to amuse the noble class and help him keep these kark whits away from the general populace. It was a good plan to save for the whole not attending thing. But then again there is the beauty of Solan. Why take the hours of mind-numbing posturing and uptight conversation when you can have the boy do it...
The man was clever, and BB felt duty bound to help so here he was. However if [member="Solan Charr"] planned to so this again to BB, the kind was gonna need some hazard pay, like adoption, or at least a dukedom.

As time passed BB made his rounds, giving those that asked the same excuse.

"His Majesty was detained on crucial royal matters and send his regrets..." Yad yad yad, just had to keep taking bullets for another half an hour, then the speech. After that, I can check out of this talking stuff and maybe get in some dancing.

BB enjoyed cutting a rug, especially with a pretty woman by his side. As he pondered this he wondered if Kimiko had ever danced before. Well, partner style anyhow. He had a feeling the sleazy folks before him may have taught her how to dance but in a completely different manner.

"So Kimiko, how are you doing?" BB asked when he had a moment that was not taken by noble's asking questions.

"We only got this part for a little bit more, then the fun begins"

[member="Kimiko"]
 
Armis gave [member="Solan Charr"] before turning back to the small group behind him who all smiled eagerly at the prospect of hearing some of the look talent perform.

"As you wish good Sir."

He then turned to [member="Sadran Simitri"] with a neutral expression.

"With all due respect Miss I find that when words and actions conflict it is most often the actions though show the truth." "Now while I have to respect the limitations of being outside my jurisdiction that does not mean I have to condone your actions."
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran raised her eyebrow towards [member="Armis Vindex"]. She thought to herself that she must be missing something. Was this planet really so strict on violence, even if nothing harmful actually transpired between them? But he said that this was out of his jurisdiction, could the violinist be someone of importance? That would explain why this man would be so concerned with what had happened. Plus, she wasn't very familiar with the hierarchy of this planet.

"I'm sorry, I am new here. Is there some sort of law against throwing shoes? Or is there something I should know about the violinist? Because clearly there is something here that I am not getting." Sadran asked.

[member="Solan Charr"]
 
[member="Sadran Simitri"] [member="Armis Vindex"]

He smiled as the two conversed, their voices slightly above the sound of the others who stood and muttered among themselves. Slowly he raised the violin to his chin without another word, his body turning to face the small crowd and with a quick draw of the bow over the strings, he began.

He was unsure if the other two would continue their conversation, but that the interest in that thought was put to the side as his mind focused on the notes. His hands moving in tandem with each other and moving slowly across the strings before speeding up as it went on. He enjoyed playing, and more so when the crowd before him knew nothing about who he was or his place in this world. It was better that way as it were, a random violinist was no one, a simple face in a sea of them. That was what he enjoyed about being who he was, he did not need to publicize his status.
 
For the first time since she had been freed, Kimiko actually allowed herself to enjoy the time here instead of sweating every detail. Her eyes glimmered in the many lights along the buildings and streets. Music heard around every corner had caused her head to bob with the rhythm every so often. It all amazed her that the planning for this even exceeded any she had been to before.

As the night was just beginning, Kimiko diligently accompanied Bryce on his rounds. Ensuring she always gave her best smile and greeting the royalty and guests properly. Though few conversed directly with her, they were actually friendly towards her. For the first time in a very long time, she was happy.

As they walked, she stood close to Bryce, ensuring they wouldn't get separated.

A soft hum was her response to the question, but the bright smile she flashed Bryce could have been answer enough. His next statement kind of took her by surprise and she quickly questioned its meaning.

"To what fun do you mean Master?"

[member="Bryce Bantam"]
 
After nearly tripping over yet another overzealous and probably sugar-high child, Joza had half a mind to call out to him. Before she could do that, the kid backpedaled and greeted her. Miss Pink Lady, ma’am? She’d certainly been called worse before. Her brow knit in confusion initially, but after a few moments her face smoothed out into a more congenial expression upon recognizing the young clone.

“Ah, you’re Dr. Bantam’s friend, right? The one with the Wookie and the guns?” Though she hadn’t been exactly sober for their expedition, she’d managed to remember that the child had been armed and carried a stuffed Wookie toy. Though she wasn’t sure how to exactly talk to a child, her good mood made things a bit less awkward. “You can call me Joza, if you’d like.” Miss Pink Lady, ma’am was pretty cute though.

“What have you got there?” She peered over to the confection in his hand, mildly intrigued by the way wisps of cold steam to rise from it. Either it didn’t occur to her that he was alone, or it didn’t worry her. There were hordes of unattended children surging through the crowds, anyhow.

[member="3X744"]
 

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