Sulon: Katarn Homestead II

[Seamus Valik]

Lights danced across his face like dragon flies over marsh grass as he lay curled in the back of a small shuttle from orbit. He snored softly as the engine's hum resonated through the old craft. The scent of black soil and carbon still clung to his clothes from his long trek into places that they rather didn't want him. The "they" were all to happy to express the violence of their displeasure in as many shades of blaster that they had at hand as well. Things had not gone smoothly, but as things did, the trouble was passed now and he was once more looking for a little rest and perspective, two things he knew he could find on Sulon.

The ship rocked and shook as it landed one strut at a time on the hardest patch of clearing that it could. The shaking woke him with a start. His lightsaber was already in hand as he jumped up to find he was surrounded by empty walls and dirty deck plates.

"Thank goodness I'm about to be knee deep in house work." He said to himself as he clipped his lightsaber back to his belt. "I'm tryig to fight the air."

He grabbed his small pack and his datapad from the one shelf then stepped out of his room. A few credits in the pilot's hands and he was deposited on the grass outside of a grove of trees and watched in silence as the ship disappeared into the cloudy early morning sky.

He tossed his pack over his shoulder and adjusted his black flight jacket before he turned and walked toward the homestead. He wondered who would be around.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Seamus Valik"]

Spark Finn sat perched on a comfy chair that faced the wide lands that surrounded the homestead. She was up surprisingly early, #noon. The speckled-blonde only saw Gabe once since she returned. #likeaskinnyghost The last time she really spoke to him was when she wrote letters - knee-deep in Sith Triumvirate spy work.

They'd have a conversation, eventually. When he wasn't hosting strange men #youngadults who hefted a lot of raw meat around. Gray-blue eyes shifted from the datapad screen to the outdoors. Thin-fingers gripped a warm mug of caf a little tighter as she saw a stranger emerge from a patch of trees not too far away. A shuttle lifted off.

She sunk down a little further in the seat, trying to keep the tension from growing in her bony shoulders as she watched and waited. #strangerdudegettingcloser #strangerdanger

 

[Avalore Eden]

Squeak squeak squak squik squeak.

A familiar rusty droid appeared out within the courtyard of the homestead, the chirruping arrival of his sneakers muffled finally as they stepped down from polished wood floors to the cobbled stone tile.

"Miss Finn, Master Eden has asked me to see if you would like anything to eat. She is fixing lunch for everyone and, oh my-" even the old droid had a sharp eye for what Gabe would call guests, he often called intruders.

"-the beggar has returned. I wonder if he has brought another acorn."

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Calloused hands searched through the brown dirt of the field, soon for the reaping. Gabe had made some inquiries about purchasing a thresher, put a bit of utility into the process of harvesting. Couldn't do it by hand, he told himself. He'd be at it for weeks. But what he got was what he imagined was some mechanics idea of welding a bunch of metal pieces and cogs together and just throwing wheels on for safe measure. It had the teeth for it, it had the rusted blades for stripping and the ladder for transit, it had all the appearances needed for an appropriate death trap. So he parked it out in the back field, swearing he'd get around to restoring it when the mood presented itself.

"Ugghhhhh. THIS ISN'T WORKING!"
"No..." He picked a leaf from the corn stalk and chewed on it. Fibers sticking out a good few inches, he moseyed on back through the field. Plants standing at seven feet in height, he just followed the rattling of the stalks. "I imagine not."

"I don't get it." Tyler Hitchens pointed the bat at a stalk. "I hit it and it bounces around. It doesn't bend over, it doesn't fall out. It just dances in front of me."
"Well. The trick is to do it right."
"Damnit, Gabe."
"Watch your mouth." He looked the boy square in the eyes, holding his hand out for the weapon. With a frown, the boy handed it over. Gabe looked the bat over and took out a small vile of honey. Dabbing a couple drops on the edge, he used the leaf to smear it over the wood. Traces of lightside coated the exterior. And Tyler just stood there, dumbfounded. "The trick..." Gabe started plainly. "To bending a corn stalk with a bat..." He pocketed the vile. "Is to first have a bat."

Stepping to his right, he launched the bat across the corn field. He heard it hit once. And then again. Birds flew out of the field and he looked back over to Tyler. The boy was red faced and beside himself. "Well. It's not going to find itself. Seek it out and continue your practice until the evening." Finding another leaf, he placed it in his mouth before pocketing his hands and walking off.

"I...I could just leave!"
"Aye, you could. But then you'd have to deal with the Baroness, your mother."

He let out a chuckle as he rolled down his sleeves, walking back towards the homestead through an erosional feature carved out in the ag field.

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Kana Truden"]

The soft ground beneath his worn out boots was a welcome thing that he had not realized he had missed. His clothes were becoming threadbare and his unwillingness to take from others was showing in the knees of his trousers a touch more than he'd like. The soft breeze moved across the well kept ground bringing the smells of cooking food and growing plants. Hints of fertilizer hung in the air and spoke gently of crops and gardens. He could have gotten lost in the simple enjoyment of that breeze and been content to remain in that moment for the rest of his days, but that was simply not the way life was.

As he grew closer he looked toward the homestead and noticed his approach had not gone unnoticed. A young woman with tussled blond hair sat looking directly at him and he found this caused a wave of feelings of a sort he rarely felt. First he felt nervous that perhaps he had found the wrong place. Well, that's a lie. He wasn't always a Jedi and his first very unjedi-like thought was "My goodness she's beautiful" but for the sake of pretense he told himself he hadn't thought that. However, there she was in the bright light of the sun as it washed over her golden hair giving the illusion that she herself was the source of that light. She looked as if she'd just awoken and there was something about a woman who was unpainted with simple comfort clothes and messy bed hair that was unbelievably enthralling. He quickly looked at his datapad and checked his location and found he was most definitely in the right spot. So, without further doubts on that score he proceeded forward and began mentally rehearsing what he would say. First impressions and all that. He would be confident. He would be intelligent and amiable. Yes, that's what he would do.

"The beggar is back." He heard as an old and really ready for a memory wipe protocol droid began talking. He remembered well how Dick had confronted him and said they didn't have any handouts. As if he were a simple beggar. As if he would beg from Dick.

He chose to ignore the droids comment and tell the young woman who he was, what his intent was and inquire where he might find Master Eden. He was ready. The girl's looks would be ignored. He would have a conversation, breifly, with her and he would most certainly not make an ass of himself.

"Hello," he began, so far so good right? "Seamus, my name that is. What I mean to say...is that My name is Seamus."

He cleared his throat.

"I was hoping to find your bed." He paled, "A! A bed. Here. With you. Well not with you, you, but rather all of you collectively here. Certainly not you personally. Not that there is anything wrong with you individually but it's just not what I meant, you see....Uh, I'm making an arse of me self aren't I?"

He looked at his shoes and cleared his throat again.

"I do apologize." He said as embarrassment and humility filled his face and tone respectively. "Is Master Eden about. I wanted to speak with her if I may, please."

His datapad chirped to inform him that someone had replied to his Earth War rp thread, probably whomever wrote Illie B. He quickly turned off the 'pad and waited to be asked to leave.

 

[Kana Truden]

As far as life went for Kana, she was slowly getting back into the habit of having actual friends around her. Sure, she lived in a house that belonged to a man who shared face with her archnemesis, but even he was considered a friend to a degree. Avalore trusted him and that alone was good enough for Kana to give the man a benefit of a doubt, or several. Yes, it still caused her heart to skip every now and then, but from what she had seen up til now he was actually pretty far from the man she assumed him to be. Gabe was quite simply… Gabe. Besides, she was out and about around the galaxy doing her time and repenting from her sins and getting back into the role of a healer. One day on Sullust, the other on Sulon only to go off into another part of GA controlled territory the one after that.

It was a life of stress, exhaustion and immense rewards.

That particular morning, the same that was filled with #strangerdanger and ships taking off in the distance, Kana had been home for another bout of more therapeutic reasons. After all, healers weren’t as common as some people would believe, but the Circle of Healers always tried. This was Kana’s week off-duty and she had decided to make the most of it and right now that meant to go for a run around the premises, though that was quickly cut short once Kana had seen the ship touch down and then take off at the very edge of the home.

It was in moments like these that she cursed the robes she had taken to wearing every now and then. Kana missed her collection of jumpsuits, she wouldn’t lie about that. Having more than the two had made life all the more worthwhile and especially when you considered the fact that they made you look less like a vagrant and more like a mechanic. Now that was a life she had come to miss every now and then. Life before the order and who she was when things were far simpler. Granted, had she remained she would have died all those years ago on Alderaan, but when put into contrast with Sith escapades, bed sharing and other equally shameful events, Alderaan almost felt preferable.

And yes, Kana had come to terms with her dumb moves, but those small slithers of guilt would always be there.

While approaching the homestead to check if the newly arrived visitor had come for the healers, Kana stopped dead in her tracks at the mention of the name ‘Seamus.’ A deep breath filled her heart with joy. Another person from her time with the Jedi Order that wasn’t dead!

“Seamus?” She repeated the name. “Seamus!” She repeated it again at the sight of the bearded man in all his, errr, glory.

“Beds! We have beds! We have many beds. Always a bed for you. I hope.” Head darted back and forth between her shoulders like a puppy wagging its tail. “I can’t really speak for the owner of the home, but I am pretty certain we have a bed for you.”

Shrug. “Worst case, you can have mine when I don’t need it!”

Arms wrapped themselves around her former apprentice in a very tight squeeze. “So good to see another Republican who isn’t dead and buried!”

[member="Seamus Valik"] // [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] // [member="Avalore Eden"] // [member="Spark Finn"]​

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

[MUCH OCCURS]

"You have a way with words, Eric." He dropped the translator from his mouth, peering down the extent of the backlot. Leaning comfortably against a tree, he rested in the shade as the Morodin stretched thoroughly. Letting out a loud growl, the translator returned nothing of meaning, and he lumbered down to lay in a patch of bar earth beneath a crow nested pine.

[WHAT DO YOU SEE]

"A couple of blondes, looks like Kana and Spark. And someone I don't know."

[SOMEONE YOU DON'T KNOW]

"Uhhh..." He looked over to Eric. "Yeah."

[YOU HAVE A WAY WITH WORDS. HAIRY ONE]

Gabe let out a chuckle as he shook his head, looking up towards the Pine tree. The Ankarres grove was doing well, the imported trees were thriving alongside the other cohorts. He could feel it just by standing in the shade of its presence. And that was due in large part with the adhoc keepers, the Morodin. Following the guidelines provided by Gabe, from Kep, the trees were thriving. He hoped, in the coming years, that they would see saplings sprout up. When the time came, he would work on thinning out the woods to allow for their succession.

[IF YOU DON'T KNOW HIM. MAYBE YOU SHOULD.]

"Yeah, maybe." He mentally shrugged as he walked past the resting Morodin. "See you around." He waved over his shoulder to the large reptile. With that pit stop completed, he headed down towards the homestead. Shielding his eyes with a hand over the brow, he squinted and shook his head. If he didn't know better, he'd thought he might have seen Kana hugging the strange looking fella. "That's interesting."

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Avalore Eden"]​

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Seamus Valik"] [member="Avalore Eden"]

Pale-fingers gripped tightly the sides of the ceramic mug as the stranger #scruffylooking stopped right in front of her. #omgee Blue-eyes beneath glass lenses widened slightly and she froze. The slicer had a very wild and fleeting thought and wondered if she didn't move or speak if he wouldn't see her or just move on. That kind of awkwardness wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility with Spark Finn.

Pale-cheeks blushed as the man #Seamus continued to blunder about his words. #socialskills

Thin-lips parted. She just wan't sure if she wanted to yell out for Gabe's or Ava's name. One hand finally pried away from the ceramic mug to shift to the datapad cradled on her lap. Eyes tilted down to follow. Digits typed out a quick comm message to Gabe and Ava. She didn't know where they were on the grounds and/or if they were in Spark Finn yelling distance.

Some dude is here asking about you, Avalore. He said his name's Seamus. Looks like he needs a place to stay. Homeless?

-Spark

Introverted-gaze lifted hesitantly. "Master Eden...you mean Avalore?" Glasses were adjusted up her freckled-nose. "I just let her know that you're here. I...," she was saved from anymore social interaction as an older blonde #reallyexcited entered the scene. She'd seen this woman around before but was never formally introduced. At least this one wasn't #strangerdanger.

Bony butt shifted uncomfortably in her seat with all the touching going on in such close proximity.

#personalbubblespace

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Spark Finn"]

Seamus' bright blue eyes flashed with unbridled surprise at the sound of a familiar voice. His mouth hung open as shock struck him blissfully mute while the blond woman approached and wrapped him in her arms. His already nervous mind fought for words as his mouth, equally addled, moved soundlessly.

He did what seemed natural in the moment and simply hugged her in return. However, he was kiffar, a force sensitive with little control, and he had forgotten his gloves. Images and emotions that were not his own flooded his sense as he froze and inadvertently extended the embrace likely beyond the socially accepted limits. He saw Kashyyyk and pain. He saw Sith and Jails. A man fallin to his death.

He pulled away shaking slightly as if cold and quickly began fishing in his clothes for his gloves. He looked at the lovely woman that had been his first Master with gut wrenching sympathy that he dared not express. He wanted to hug her again out of pure desire to comfort but simply scratched his beard anf tried to look as if everything was normal.

"Kana, you wouldn't believe how much I've missed you." He said trying to be oblivious to the still lingering fellings he had just experienced.

He looked at the other thinner, boneir blond and nodded. "Thank you miss." He said before looking back at Kana. He paused and against his better judgement hugged her again.

"It's good to see you." He said before stepping back and picking his bag back up.

 

[Kana Truden]

A deep breath filled her with yet another wave of joy. It really wasn’t the fact that Seamus was had been part of her life within the Republic as much as the fact that it was someone from before that wasn’t dead. She had seen it happen so many times by now that it just felt like a part of life, the way everyone went except Avalore. Kana could count with one hand the amount of people from “back then” that she knew was still around. Avalore was one of them, and now Seamus as well. Corvus was gone, nobody knew where. Kian too, gone. Seraphina, also gone. Flint Dexen, dead. So many people that she had once called friends, and they were all just gone. It was hard for her not to assume that part of the blame was to be put in her hands. She knew better, that it wasn't the case, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t think it.

“I have missed you too,” The woman sighed as they parted. “There’s not many of us left, but it’s good to see those that pop up every now and then. The ones that aren’t dead.”

Nah, Kana remained blissfully unaware of what Seamus knew about her and what had transpired on Kashyyyk with the death of Flint Dexen.

“It’s been a while.” Second hug accepted without a doubt and over just as fast as the first one. Eyes darted over at the scrawny blonde with the glasses. Kana nodded her head as a hello while that ever familiar feeling of ‘I know you from somewhere, but I really don’t want to be a creep and ask you why’ washed over her. Deja vu, was it? Something like that.

It was best to just be silent.

Nobody wanted to be a creep.

“I imagine Avalore is around here, somewhere,” Kana shrugged. “Feeding children, kissing booboos? I’m not, uhh, really all that great with the whole… Parent thing.” Subtle (not really) hint at the fact that she was still in rehabilitation and evaluation for having murdered her own father? Kana would never!

"We could probably go look for her, if you want." She said, letting her attention fall back to Seamus again.

[member="Seamus Valik"] // [member="Spark Finn"] // [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] // [member="Avalore Eden"]​

 

[Avalore Eden]

Avalore was not, in fact, cooking or cleaning or feeding children or kissing booboos. She was not in the lounge nor was she in the Medical Bay. Avalore was not in the kitchen or the courtyard or her bedroom. The Jedi was, in fact, enjoying some peace and quiet in the study she'd set up for herself in one of the unused family rooms.

One of the things she both loved and loathed about the Homestead was its rather expansive structure. There were, in essence, three separate buildings on the land; the main two of which were adjoined by roofed walkways. While Avalore, Stali, Gabriel, the children, Dick and now Opi the Nanny lived in one building, the remainder of the Homestead visitors were housed in the other. This offered an amount of privacy to everyone but it was sometimes impossible not to run into at least one other person while out and about and could also prove to be troublesome in finding a particular person at any particular time. The Homestead provided lots of isolated areas to hide, though that was not their intended purpose of course.

Avalore was studying to become a Doctor in order to broaden her horizon and medical faculties - privacy and quiet was important but not something she was used to. This little nook she'd carved out for herself was getting a lot of use lately now that she had a bit more free time on her hands with the help of Opi.

But it was also dreadfully removed from everything.

The Healer sighed as she sat back from a holofile on advanced surgery techniques and training, rubbing at her eyes. Perhaps it would be time for a break soon...

[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Seamus Valik"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Meeristali, for his part, was deep-cleaning his armour, out-of-doors. Well, one set of it, after he was done being used as a jungle gym for those very young in years and shorter in stature than his knee, doubtless to some amusement of Opi. Not only was he spending time with his children, but he was also getting to know the wookiee. Oh, there was an ulterior motive, but it was pure nonetheless: it would do for him to have a much better understanding of her than he currently had, and it was this that occupied his thoughts as he took a toothbrush to the nooks and crannies.

He had been on Kashyyyk all of twice, and neither time was 'just because', or because he wanted to. No time to spend amongst the locals unless they were fighting alongside him, or were amongst those that Michael Sardun had hunting him once for a training exercise. The only training exercise to test the only training the man had ever given him, and one of the last times he saw the man until years later in a bar on Nar Shaddaa, no longer the Jedi he remembered. But Kashyyyk - in his mind only second to Manaan in how it suffered in war between the Republic he used to call home, and the Sith entity that corrupted it - was a place he wouldn't mind paying a visit, for once, in some unofficial capacity. Someday.

The sounds of a newcomer, and the arrival of other voices pulled his thoughts in another direction, not too dissimilar to the last, as he worked away some stubborn dirt. It would've been less stubborn if he'd gotten to it sooner, but anything to do with work was nothing he wanted to think of in enjoying this stretch of time with his family, between missions. Now, the voices? After succeeding with working away that one spot of dirt, he paused, turning a focused ear to the voices at the other end of the building, to one voice in particular that he could swear was one he hadn't heard since the last time he set foot on Manaan, as a freshly minted Knight, and nearly sunk with the city for his trouble. No... he shook his head, and listened again. Sith had taken that one; there had been nothing he could do, and it had weighed on him.

"Well, this can wait a little longerrr," he said to himself, gathering up the pieces and tucking it all away again in the duffel, "but not too much longerrr," he sighed, "been prrressing my luck, alrrready."

With the armour all packed away again, he came in through the back door by which he sat, set the duffel with the cleaning kit on top aside of that point of ingress, and went about making his way from the back, to the front door, entertaining himself with the thought of shifting and scaring the wits out of a few of them... but it was only a thought, as it wasn't the kind of scare that most could take in stride. Had [member="Spark Finn"] been here long? He knew there were some that came through the homestead at times that he had yet to see, owing to his work.

[member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]​

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Seamus Valik"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

Blue-eyes beneath glasses lenses panned down to the blank comm in front of her. No response from Avalore. "I sent her a message but she isn't responding," the gangly-limbed girl spoke up to the older blonde woman. Avalore still not being responsive even after their conversations on the importance of accessibility. #smh

Cheeks reddened slightly as she realized she interrupted and attention might be back on her for a smidge.

"Avalore. I'm talking about Avalore." She sunk lower in her chair. #closetogoingunderthetable Gaze flickered to the front door and she froze in her downward slide. The man who just entered. A searing pain laced through her head. She winced.

Thanks to Darth Carach all her memories with the jedi had been twisted and warped. Once allies were warped into nightmarish enemies. It took all her willpower in that moment, when she made eye contact with Meeristali, not to run.

Thin digits pressed against the side of her head, wary eyes watching him. "It wasn't real," she whispered without meaning to speak anything out loud.

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

Seamus gave a polite smile to Kana as she suggested going to look for Master Eden. He certainly wouldn't mind seeing her again since he was asking to stay in her home. It seemed the thing to do. His blue eyes shone brightly above his pale cheeks as he took a step toward the entrance way and stopped at the arrival of the large man that appeared to greet them.

He was a tall figure that looked like he was more than capable of handling himself and Seamus was sure he had seen him somewhere before, though he couldn't recall where precisely off hand. Seamus would have simply introduced himself but something curious caught his eye and forced all other thoughts from his mind. The man had a tail like a Corellian sand panther jutting out from where his useless tail bone should be. Seamus had seen many species in the galaxy, he had lived with a sentient plant Jedi for a time after all, but he didn't remember seeing a man with a tail...well, yeah, he hadn't. He pointed shamelessly oblivious to manners or decorum and simply began to see if his feet would fit in his mouth.

"You, sir have a tail." He said as if the man may not have noticed, "Is it prehensile? Do you have to alter all of your clothes to compensate? When you get dressed do you have to thread the tail through a hole in your clothes or do you have a cut out piece tha simply goes aroundthe tail?"

He looked abashed as he realized that prehaps that wasn't the greeting he should have given a perfect stranger that he'd likely be seeing a lot of.

"Stop me when I've made a fool of myself enough." He said his face reddening to the color of vine ripened tomatoes.

He looked at the slight blond with glasses and barely caught an odd wince and a statement about sending Avalore a message. He was certine the wince was in reaponse to his string of inappropriate questions and he could be sure she thought him a dim witted thing. What Kana thought of his overly curious word vomithe couldn't say but at least she wouldn't be surprised he hadn't changed too much.

He wanted to thank the little blond woman but he held his tongue lest it do anything else foolhardy than it already had. Stupid tongue. It was obviously the tongue's fault.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

"A fool of yourself...sounds like something right up my alley."

It had taken him longer to proceed down through the field than he expected. In earnest, he was quite prone to distraction. Just moments prior, he had found what he could only assume was a mantis that had taken to copulation without knowing the full effect. With a wing damaged and a forearm nearly ripped off, the small green creature was not long for this world. But the way it clung to the blade of grass, the way it continued on as if nothing would stop it, was mildly inspiring. Even now, as it sat atop Gabe's palm, it seem entirely unmoved by the ordeal. Wild things don't often feel sorry for themselves.

Hazel brown eyes looked towards the congregation, narrowing in the sun light. Squinting, as it were, he scanned the group for those he knew. "Kana...Spark...Stali...uhh..." He looked towards Seamus, the feint memory of a man who fought upon the thick arms of the wroshyr trees on Kashyyyk. Nevertheless, the blurry memory of the sacred wood couldn't conjure a name, no matter how hard he hoped for it.

"He is a beggar, sir."

Gabe was far too distracted by the group to realize the sound of squeaking sneakers for what they were. But the robotic voice, filled with pomp and condescension, broke through the air just the same. Gabe slowly turned his gaze towards the shiny chrome specter, harbinger for all that was not sane. If his eyes could have narrowed any more, they would have.

"Beggar's not a name."
"Oh, quite right sir." Dick held up his hand, pulling some sarcastic comment from the air itself. "Mr. Beggar, I do believe. Yes, that sits quite well."
"You know..." Gabe threw a thumb over his shoulder. "Tyler is up in the field. Said he forgot how to say cucumber in native Sullustese."
"Oh! Dear me..." He squeaked past Gabe, hands in the sky, as he wobbled out into the field. "We can't have that, no. Absolutely not."

Gabe turned to watch as the droid disappeared in the unkempt field, secretly hoping that it would hit one of those burrows and snap a knee joint. Smiling at the thought, he turned back to the group. "So...Mr. Beggar?"

[member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]​

 

[Kana Truden]

A rather shocked, awkward little smile crept up on Kana’s lips as Seamus kicked into life with his commentary on Meeristali’s tail. She raised her hand, closed it and put it before her lips in an emulation of a very hard bite. She had forgotten how… Straightforward her apprentice was. In through the door came Gabriel to defuse the situation. Or well, to turn down the fire a notch. The blonde withdrew her fist from her mouth and nodded her head at the man’s name-only greeting. Eyes shifted over at the other blonde with the glasses.

Spark.

Eyes closed, Kana tried hard to remember.

Tunnel vision. Shule, shatterpoint and coconuts. Eyes open in a moment of surprise. That was her? The urge to turn the smile upside down and frown became greater and greater. Where was her friend? Where was four-arms?

Kana looked away, looked at Gabriel again.

Another tsk, a rather forced snicker spread her lips into a thin and even more feigned smile.

“Mr. Beggar’s name is Seamus. Seamus Valik.” Kana perked her brows and tilted her head in Mr. Beggar’s direction. “Old apprentice of mine, and now he’s here to see Avalore, I believe.”

Kana looked around the room. “I uh, don’t know where she is though.”

[member="Seamus Valik"] // [member="Spark Finn"] // [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]​

[member="Avalore Eden"] // [member="Meeristali Peradun"]​

 

[Avalore Eden]

"Well I'm right here," Avalore spoke up from another doorway, Svora nursing a bottle of green formula in her arms. It was lunch time for the boys and the little Zelosian always ate best with her, so Nanny Opi had handed him over in order to tend to the more ravenous twins off in the kitchen. Loud giggles and the clattering of things could be faintly heard through the open doorway.

Avalore smiled, feeling warm despite not being in the sun.

"I think someone's tried to message me. My comm's been blinking all day but Destin broke it earlier this morning. The screen's on the fritz...Seamus!"

She thought there was an extra face in the crowd. The Healer's expression brightened as she moved to greet the young man, "I was wondering when we'd see you again. Look here, look at the fruit of your efforts," her smile stretched into a smirk as she tipped her arms up to reveal the babe, "this is Svora, Talon's seedling."

[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Seamus Valik"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Avalore Eden"]

Seamus' s eyes narrowed at the approach of another man. That face! A face he would not, could not forget. His hand slowly moved to where his lightsaber normally hung, but found the space empty. He brushed a spot on his trousers to mask the movement. This wasn't right. Where could he have left the blasted saber?! His mouth opend to say something he'd undoubtedly regret when he noticed the man had two eyes and a much different demeanor. That and Kana began talking to him like a friend. He swallowed his words and kept calm.

"What she said." He offered a little embarrassed that literally everyone he met thought he was a beggar. He didn't beg...he just accepted hospitality and prehaps offered to work for room and board. That's employment! Not begging...right?

He was about to offer more about himself and likely make a lousy first impression look like a step up when he heard a voice. Said voice was remembered from a busy day cooking and discharging a promise he had made to an old friend.

He looked down as she approached and stared into the small slightly green hued face of a baby. He was at a loss for words...it actually worked...who'd have thought.

"Svora..." he said smiling as he looked at the little bundle of....plant-like joy, "Hello, I knew your parents, parent. Your father. Oh, nevermind."

He looked up at Master Eden.

"Could I hold him?" He asked confident that if he could fight wars he could handle an infant.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Orange eyes settled on the blonde, bespectacled woman, consumed by a battle to subsume her flight response by sheer power of will.

"It wasn't real."

His brow knit at the words, and an old memory of regret, of self-blame, pulled itself to the surface. He remembered what had taken her. Definitely a what. He'd lost a good lightsaber because of the same man, had his weakness violated. That in mind, he could only imagine what that very man had done to her. She had only been a padawan. He had barely been a knight. He swallowed, barely noticing the bevy of questions from Seamus.

"Prrrehensile, yes..." But his gaze never left Spark. His mouth formed a weak smile, forced away from a frown. "...Sparrrk."

But he didn't move closer. No, that could break her tenuous control. His own will was strong enough for the both of them.

"I'm sorrrrrry."

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Seamus Valik"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]​