Feather in His Cap

The Lovebirds, the Dream-walkers, and Shem
Ukatis
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Goldwing, Epo-1, R5-T399
"Have you been half asleep, And have you heard voices? I've heard them calling my name. Is this the sweet sound, That calls the young sailors? The voice might be one and the same..."
Shem was singing on a street corner at the mouth of an alleyway, perched atop his astromech companion R5-T399, Tepp. It was closing in on the evening hours, with the Festival beginning to wind down as visitors from across the galaxy or simply down the street began to make their way home. The fledgling, however, was swept up in the atmosphere, his adventurous heart captured by the moment. With the sun setting in such a perfect way, he simply couldn't help but pluck at the plasma drawstring of his bow and let out a tune.
"Come on, Tepp!" Shem urged as he balanced on the droid's head. "Back up vocals for the chorus!"
The astromech shook his head, protesting in droidspeak that he couldn't carry a tune. Shem sighed, hanging his avian head.
"Aw, come on," he lamented, "Not even one verse?"
A sharp beep boop shut down the chances of that. The Rishii fledgling understood what was wrong. Tepp was just scared of performing in public. Then again, the droid was scared of doing lots of things. He'd simply have to work on breaking his friend out of his metaphorical shell.
"Alright," the padawan shrugged. "Suit yourself."
A grumble took him out of the moment. It was his stomach. Shem had been so wrapped up in singing that he had forgotten that he needed supper. A frown formed on his beak as he glanced around at the closing stalls. There had to be one still open that had food...
Right?