Baiko no Kaho
G J E N G Ä N G E R
The moment [member="Gray Raxis"] stumbled away from [member="Kaine Australis"]’ cell in the Sundari Palace, a curious visitor slunk beside him, padding quietly beside the stricken man.
It was [member="Ambrose Mantis"], in his Gurlanin form. Ambrose nudged against Gray’s side, putting his massive shoulder under Gray’s arm and guiding him through the Palace.
“Yasha has a room set for Beth’ika here in the Palace. I’m taking you to your ship, Raxis. Go home to your woman.” Ambrose continued leading Gray through the Palace, saying nothing. The man had been through enough. While Ambrose couldn’t understand the urge to use the Force, he had a new begrudging respect for Gray Raxis.
Enough to see the man out of the place, at least.
“I’ll watch the pups, Raxis. Take time with your wife… our moments with them are… never long enough.” Ambrose grumbled and trotted out of Gray’s ship, hopping down as the gangplank raised and the droid took off.
Vulip was in bed by the time Gray got back to Concordia. Baiko stood at the entrance to their home, in a pale blue dress, silver shawl wrapped around her shoulders and her massive belly.
Ambrose called her. Ambrose the villain called to say her husband was coming home. Spoke of taking it easy on him… of Adara and Yasha and troubles with Kaine Australis. With their serene garden courtyard surrounding the entry way, walled in by security walls made to look effortless and beautiful, Baiko waited.
He would be home, and she would tend him. Decipher fact from fiction as the growing discomfort of Gray’s mind became known to her. Opened with the cessation of distance. Once he landed, Baiko walked forward and opened her arms, taking her lover into an embrace.
It was [member="Ambrose Mantis"], in his Gurlanin form. Ambrose nudged against Gray’s side, putting his massive shoulder under Gray’s arm and guiding him through the Palace.
“Yasha has a room set for Beth’ika here in the Palace. I’m taking you to your ship, Raxis. Go home to your woman.” Ambrose continued leading Gray through the Palace, saying nothing. The man had been through enough. While Ambrose couldn’t understand the urge to use the Force, he had a new begrudging respect for Gray Raxis.
Enough to see the man out of the place, at least.
“I’ll watch the pups, Raxis. Take time with your wife… our moments with them are… never long enough.” Ambrose grumbled and trotted out of Gray’s ship, hopping down as the gangplank raised and the droid took off.
Vulip was in bed by the time Gray got back to Concordia. Baiko stood at the entrance to their home, in a pale blue dress, silver shawl wrapped around her shoulders and her massive belly.
Ambrose called her. Ambrose the villain called to say her husband was coming home. Spoke of taking it easy on him… of Adara and Yasha and troubles with Kaine Australis. With their serene garden courtyard surrounding the entry way, walled in by security walls made to look effortless and beautiful, Baiko waited.
He would be home, and she would tend him. Decipher fact from fiction as the growing discomfort of Gray’s mind became known to her. Opened with the cessation of distance. Once he landed, Baiko walked forward and opened her arms, taking her lover into an embrace.