Darth Daiara
Metamorphosis
(An overdo continuation of here)
"There's this little Batuu-lite joint not too far from here and I could really go for the grilled prawns. Why don't you come with us?"
"There's this little Batuu-lite joint not too far from here and I could really go for the grilled prawns. Why don't you come with us?"
Oh.
Being on this side of things felt surprisingly normal. Aradia sat across from her Master and her spouse, menu in hand. The hard plastic flexed and bent against her fingertips, the girl spending more time watching them over the edge than actually reading it.
She had come a long way from slave to an individual in her own right, but even this crossed lines she was unfamiliar with. Apprentices did not spend time with the family, but perhaps because they were all out on business? She had learned to take her cues in life from Kaalia, and the woman's relaxed posture did much to loosen her shoulders in turn.
"No I... don't know what prawns are," she finally answered, gaze flickering back down to the menu. She found the picture. Her brows drew in. "Is that its eyes?" Prepackaged food was never this graphic.
Kaalia Pavanos Ishana Pavanos
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