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MIDVINTER
HEAVENHEIM (OBJ I)
The great city of Heavenheim lay sprawled beneath the crystalline Midvinter sky, its towering halls and silvered battlements gleaming like ancient memories reborn. The cold mountain air shimmered in the waning light, and the banners of the House of Heavenshield flapped proudly along the high terraces, their blue and white sigils dancing against the heavens.
High atop one of the garden overlooks, Jedi Shadow Connel Vanagor stood sentinel, even on a “family visit”, his silhouette broad and quiet against the vastness. His dark cloak, weathered by a hundred worlds, stirred at his boots. Here, amid the home of heroes, Connel found a rare peace — not in the clash of blades or the whisper of espionage, but in the simple, fleeting moments that even war could not touch, family.
At his feet, a smaller and far more animated battle unfolded. Buster — his ever-enthusiastic pup, a bundle of fur and fire — frolicked in delighted chaos with Cinnamon, the mischievous racyon belonging to Padawan Azurine Varek. The two raced and tumbled over the frost-kissed grass, darting between the marble pillars and ancient stone benches like living sparks of life.
Cinnamon folding her arms reminded him of Ryana's Racyon “Pip” sticking out his tongue. Then when Azurine was talking, Connel folded
his arms, smirked and nodded.
Think nothing of it. It’s what we do.
Connel watched with a faint, knowing smile. He could feel the Force weaving between them — vibrant, full of movement, an echo of the Living Force’s endless joy.
Then he felt it — a rush of tiny footsteps.
He turned slightly, just in time to see Nida Heavenshield struggling to hold back her daughter, Tulan — a whirlwind of giggles, excitement practically radiating from her small form. The child pointed with both hands toward Buster, her golden hair catching the sun, her voice carrying clear across the terrace.
"Easy now," ... "Ask if you can pet him, first."
She gave Connel a knowing smile. Nida knew Buster, and how friendly he is, but he would not move without permission.
she cried, her entire being alight with innocent wonder.
Buster froze mid-play, Cinnamon tumbling past him without a care. The pup's bright eyes locked onto Connel's and back to Tulan, back and forth, back and forth rapidly, pleading, vibrating with restrained excitement. His body quivered with the desire to sprint forward — but he held, waiting, as if understanding there was something sacred in the moment.
Connel crouched low, one armored knee creaking against the stone, and set a steadying hand on Buster’s head. His voice, low and rich, carried a weight that was half instruction, half blessing.
Well, Buster, he said, speaking to the pup with the seriousness of a council decree,
what do you think? Shall we make another new friend today?
Buster's tail thumped eagerly, and Connel gave a soft chuckle.
I thought so.
He leaned closer, his voice a soft murmur only Buster could hear.
But remember... she's little. Be gentle.
It was all the permission Buster needed.
With a joyful bark that seemed to split the air, the pup launched forward — yet stopped himself with almost supernatural restraint mere feet before Tulan. He planted his paws firmly, sat back on his haunches, and tilted his head, tail sweeping wide swaths across the ground.
For a long moment, the world held its breath.
The wind sang among the towers, and the light of the twin suns crowned the child and the pup in molten gold. Around them, the life of Heavenheim flowed onward — but here, in this small circle, the galaxy itself seemed to pause in quiet reverence.
Connel rose slowly to his full height, arms folding once more across his broad chest. His sharp, battle-hardened features softened, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.
Good boy, he murmured, a deep warmth coloring the words.
And as the shadows lengthened and the stars of Midvinter began to kindle above, Connel Vanagor — Jedi Shadow, wanderer, and silent guardian — stood watch over the simplest kind of victory: the unbreakable bond of trust, innocence, and the Light that could never be extinguished.