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There be Dragons (Metus, Srina, Katrine)

THE SANDS OF SISKEEN
Slowly he trekked across the desert, the glaring sun baking upon his back. The white sand of the Helmund region made the desert appear surreal. White sand and a clear blue sky. One would say it was beautiful if the skeletal remains of deceased creatures and beings didn't litter the landscape. The slight scent of sulfur rode on the afternoon breeze causing the man to frown slightly.

Yes, the natives called the Helmund region Aspheria ... Hell in their language. On the horizon pillars of rolling smoke rose to the heavens and the stench of burned flesh mingled with the sulfur. A small grin crossed the man's face as he continued his journey westward. It didn't take a genius to know that whatever burned on the horizon, it was already too late.

Cresting a dune he turned to look back, two specks were just visible. One had a metallic hue and slightly boxy in frame. Some sort of transport. The other speck was fluid, a deep black color that seemed to absorb the radiating rays of the sun. Four limbs rent the ship and even at a distance the sound of it's roar was heard.

The Interlopers were being handled and there was no need to intervene, not when Mushu had things well in hand ... Or claw as the case would seem. With a wry grin he continued his mission.

Several hours later he crouched unmoving and watched the oasis. The deep violet foilage a clear sign of water. Carefully he stood and moved down into the trees, their bark a deep red and leaves vibrant shades of purple. It was beautiful, but hidden nearby were K'kayeh eggs waiting to hatch. And that spelled imminent danger, for where the nest was, so too would the mother be.

Nearing the bubbling spring of heated water he dropped to a knee next to a large mound of compacted sand. Pulling the satchel from his back he placed several handfuls of the white grains within before reading his hands into the mound. Slowly he pulled an egg free and looked at it carefully. Fitting in the pale of his hands the exterior of the egg seemed to be carved from igneous rock. But the pulsing vibrations from within revealed the strong heartbeat of the unborn. Placing the egg into the satchel he packed more sand in and continued until he carried four dragon eggs within.

Slowly he rose and turned coming face to face with their mother. Her head was nearly as large as his body and the teeth glistened from their bared snarl. The crystal white hide and the presence identified the particular dragon as S'verah, one of the first litter to be born in Siskeen. Reaching out in the force Muad touched the female filling her mind with the abominations within the eggs. She shook her head as if in disbelief, but as with all the K'kayeh born on Siskeen, Muad had spent time with her and fed her when she was young to develop a bond of trust. The pearl eyes viewed the man as if deciding which it would believe, the one who fed her with his own hand when it was yet a hatching or it's instincts that screamed to rend the intruder to bits. However the images of the abomination that existed in the eggs struck another instinctual urge to cull them from the species.

Slowly she moved to the side and curled her massive body around her nest, a single great eye watching the man carefully. Backing away he left the oasis with his prize safely upon his back. Making a hasty retreat he stretched out with his mind for the bond that was nearby.

After minutes a strong wind began to send the grains of sand flying across the desert. Looking up with a smirk he watched as a massive dragon lowered from the sky and settled in the ground. Every scale flashed a different iridescent color as the six legs flexed from the creature's girth. Raising it's head it roared as Muad made his way to the middle leg and lightly leapt to the K'kayeh's back.

"Let's head back Puff."

With several flaps of it's gargantuan wings and aided by a leap, the beast took to the air. Soaring across the desert they passed the devastated carcass that had been the transport ship. In the distance the black form of Mushu undulated across the desert until he dove into the sands to burrow beneath the surface. A smirk crossed his face as he watched the Spaceport near. It was time for a trip.


DAYS LATER
The modified carrier cut through the atmosphere of Ryloth, the winds buffering the ship as it descended. The ramp lowered while still suspended far above the ground and Puff leapt from the carrier. His neon colored wings spread, catching an updraft, and slowly the great beast spiraled toward the courtyard of Sinner's Well.

Landing with an earth shaking impact the dragon raised it's head and roared into the heavens, tendrils of blue lightening flaring into the sky as it announced their presence in a challenging display of controlled ferocity.

[member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] I [member="Srina Talon"]
 
Location: Sinner's Well [Ryloth]
Tags: [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Wearing: This

The sky on Ryloth was bright. As usual. It was a harsh, rocky place, but Srina had since gotten used to it. The slender Echani moved about the vast kitchens of the Well with an oddly styled apron she’d discovered in one of the closets tied neatly about her waist. Beneath it, the typically quiet Echani wore a plain outfit crimson outfit made of roughspun cotton, with a hem that quietly swept the floor. It was still early in the Well, but, they had guests coming and the small woman felt obligated to do something to welcome them. It wasn’t often that they had visitors, despite the sudden foot traffic, after Tatooine.

Her white-gold hair was wrapped up on top of her head in an elegantly braided bun in order to keep it from contaminating the treats she’d been working on. In all honesty, the kitchen looked like a warzone. Her creations ranged from failed cakes, to failed bread bears, to a pasta pot literally broken from the bottom. The generally astute apprentice was so confused, and honestly, a little overwhelmed. She couldn’t figure out what she was doing wrong? Why did sugar look like salt? Why did flour look like baking soda? It was all so needlessly confusing.

There was only one thing that seemed like it MIGHT have turned out like the pictures on the HoloNet. They were very similar to the cookies that she’d made for the Silver Jedi winter wonderland. Made with what she assumed to be flour, and vanilla extract, she filled them with Namana Berries. Even if it didn’t taste perfect, or if it broke a few teeth, considering their beskar-like consistency…It would at least make their guests happy.

So long, as they didn’t look in the kitchen. There was so much red food dye spilled on the floor that it looked like a fresh murder scene. Perhaps she SHOULD take up the offer from [member="Aryn Teth"] to teach her to cook properly. It wasn’t as if she could simply live off of fruit and vegetables…Could she? It was tempting. Lots of Vitamin C. In the end, she wound up making a few trays of freshly cut fruits with pre-made dips to place out in the dining area. Hesitantly, she also placed out the tray of Namana Cupcakes.

At least she hadn’t taste tested each batch like the last time. She still couldn’t remember how they’d gotten from Coruscant to Kashyyyk. Not at all. Not in the slightest.

She heard a ferocious growl from outside and knew that one of their guests had arrived. Etrigan, her Catra'diamtr, had a distinct sound. The Force was embedded in his roar, causing the ground to repeatedly vibrate, with some sort of accompanying vertigo. She was still trying to teach the adolescent creature how to control it—but he tried. It was a work in progress.

The lovely Echani washed her hands and began to head toward the entrance hall, unaware, of the smear of flour across her cheek. Little footsteps took her past the attendant droids and silvery eyes widened at the sight of an almost technicolor dragon that had landed in the courtyard. Squinting in the bright Ryloth sun, despite the habitation sphere, she brought her hand to the level of her eye. “Muad Dib? Is that you?”

He was known as the Mad One these days—But she would know his aura anywhere. Most people would have shyed away from the large creature, considering the threat of imminent danger, but Srina did not. She had taken the Mark of the Jart. Not to mention, that if it meant her harm, it would have begun tearing into the Well instead of simply waiting. Thankfully, the defenses had been deactivated in anticipation of their guests.
 
Swing hammer swing...

One after another, splashes of light exploded against the Sith Lord's goggles. Red hot metal rested underneath his grasp, slowly but surely taking shape by the beats of his Hammer. It had been, admittedly, far too long since he had visited his Forge. It was one of the key features of his far flung residence...but the last time he had ventured within its quiet depths, a rift had been torn between he and his Apprentice. Twas then that [member="Srina Talon"] was first introduced to the true nature of Sith Alchemy - but the hurt in her eyes was enough to stall Darth Metus' return to his work. And even now, while the slam of his Hammer upon Mandalorian Steel was impeccable, what was come was... diminished.

There was no blood shed this day, nor would there be. And so, the might of this creation would be meek compared to his masterpieces of old. But, even still, he was a man of his word. He was a man who would never again subject his Apprentice to slaughter occurring right underneath her pillow. And, to prevent her from ever being struck down again, he was preparing for her beskar'gam. It would be lighter than anything else he had ever created as far as armors went, as it had to be worn by his Echani apprentice. But it give him the comfort of knowing a wound like the one incurred on Tatooine would never happen again.

And so Darth Metus struck.

And so Darth Metus sang.

Thunder boomed. The very foundations of the Forge rumbled underneath the Sith's feet. Turning, he found himself staring into an abyss of fangs - his own Catra'diamtr had risen from her slumber. Frustration burned within her sulfur eyes and she nipped against the iron collar about her neck. "Easy girl, it's just company." came the Sith's response. He yanked off his glove and pressed a bare hand to her snout, offering a half smile. "I'll be back soon. Be good and I'll bring you a snack."

There was no thunder this time, only a low purr.

In but a few moment's time, Darth Metus ascended from his forge and joined Srina at the entrance of their home. Both looked as though they had just arrived fresh from a battlefield - with the Echani's pristine form being adorned with flecks of flour that she had missed on the way out of the kitchen. As for the Sith, sweat gleamed upon his form in the afternoon light and a soot-stricken apron yet hung from his neck. Underneath a gray shirt, now soaked through, hugged his flesh. A pair of cargo pants, stained with smeared charcoal, and matching boots rounded out the work attire. "Kad above Srini, you've been working hard eh?" he said with a chuckle. Reaching out, he gently swiped a streak of flour off of her cheek. "Can't wait to try what you've been cooking."

And though a small part of him remembered the jagged cookies from Kashyykk, a larger part of him wanted to make the young woman feel good about her cooking. It wasn't the worst in the Galaxy, after all.

With her face now free of blemish, Darth Metus set his gaze upon the Mad One.

"How the heck are you, ner'vod?"

[member="Muad Dib"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
 
Speak now, speak clear, Doashim advised and Katrine scribbled into her spellbook on a clean page, watching her lines and keeping her text straight. "Speak and I will understand," the Witch continued, writing down the next line of the spell. She remembered the words written in her family tome but she was making her own onto the page. Though after the second verse, she was slightly stuck, putting her pen down and reaching to drink a sip of the tasty drink the Pirate King had brought for the family gathering. It was tasty, Katrine would give him that and since Aleksander had gone to assume his Father only dealt with, as he'd called it, high-end, the blonde assumed it was the case with this one. Not that it mattered whether it was or not since it was delicious.

Katrine had arrived at the Sinner's Well a couple of hours prior. She might have bored Srina with a couple of questions as she'd watched her bake in the kitchen before going off to find where Uncle Isley stored the alcohol as the spirits had nudged her into creating a spell. They were usually one step ahead of her and knew way more but they still didn't reveal everything to her all to her unless the time was right. Probably a good thing considering just how inquisitive the Lupine could get.

The disruption came in form of an arriving presence, gaining the attention of both the Nightmother and the spirits. Her head turned before she'd begun to move out of the room, leaving even her spellbook behind for the time being which rarely happened when she wasn't on the Crimson Shadow. Sinner's Well was different, it belonged to Uncle Isley and the book would be safe here. Walking out, she'd made it through the hallways and the entrance, feeling another presence grow stronger, making her hurry her step a little bit.

Srina and Uncle Isley were already there. Shaman of Doashim was already there. Katrine barely noticed from the sight of the magnificent creature, still moving out. "Hi there," the Witch greeted the animal with a soft voice, smiling as she approached, very gently, pausing at a respectable distance. It's what happened when little children were put in the mist of massive beasts and left to their own defenses. Now, normally, it was this whole process about respect and getting to know but her Mother didn't quite know about normal upbringing.

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]
 
With his left hand he patted the massive trunk that was Puff's neck. The K'kayeh kept it's eyes upon the three figures as it slowly lowered it's body to the ground allowing the Mad Master to leap from it's back and landing lightly in a crouch. Blue eyes watched the women who had no fear of the dragon approach. Smirking lightly he looked up, touching the dragon lightly with the force which caused it to lower it's head down to look at the man with a gigantic glowing, blue eye that matched the man's own.

"Pakod ad'ika, udesiir. Ibic gar, cuun aliit."
"Easy little son, relax. This is your, our family."

Walking from the shadow of the beast he nodded a greeting to both Katrine and Srina who were busy gorging themselves on the sight of the K'kayeh dragon, the first specimen to be seen off Siskeen and who's progenitor was a myth on Almas. He have a flippant answer as he neared Isley and turned to watch the women.

"Of course it's Muad Dib. What other dashing, suave, dangerous mad men have you been hanging around?"

Grinning he turned to Isley and held out his forearm to grasp the other's. Today he may not be wearing his beskar'gam, you could take the mando'ad off of Manda'yaim yet not take the Manda'yaim out of the mando'ad, but was still attired in normal clothes of brown trousers and tan tunic with the sleeves rolled to elbows. Smirking still he carefully pulled the satchel around his body to the front and gently patted the bag.

"I'm well, or well enough, ner vod. Looks like buir has been banging his hammer again, and the other buir has been happily toiling in the kitchen."

He grinned, white teeth flashing at the noticeable traces of what Isley and Srina had been up to. Puff slowly lowered his head to test his chin upon the ground, snout near the women. Tilting his head slightly, it was an invite for them to come closer. Muad eyed the young Nightmother, Doashim growling unintelligibly in his mind with caused the Mad Man to chuckle slightly.

"Oh, almost forgot. I've come bearing gifts."

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"][member="Darth Metus"][member="Srina Talon"]
 
Location: Sinner's Well [Ryloth]
Tags: [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Wearing: This


Srina, despite her inherent grace, nearly tripped over herself when a reverberating boom shook the foundations of the Well. Rather than wonder what it was, she sighed, realizing that her Master was entertaining his Sky Demon the Forge again. How he managed to sneak the beast in was beyond her, but, he had kept the unspoken promise of keeping bloodletting from their home. It was a place to rest, relax, and recuperate away from the stresses that came with stepping foot on Geonosis.

Within the confines of Golbah City, they both had duties to attend, and roles to fulfill. Within the protective confines of the Well, they could simply be as they were. Master and Apprentice. Teacher and Student. Friends. Family. There were no politics to play, no games, only the day to day routines that allowed them to carve something of a life. For as much as they gave of themselves to the people around them, they needed a place without burden, a place to call home.

Darth Metus joined her in greeting their guests and proceeded to try and wipe away some of the ingredients that had somehow wound up on her face. The Echani tilted away, nose scrunching in a way that almost, could have been considered cute, before batting his soot-covered hands in the other direction. “You’re going to get me all dirty.”

Not at all considering the fact that she was already a whiter shade of pale since she was covered in a very fine layer of powdered sugar. If she took her snowy-locks down from the braided bun atop her head a cloud of it would no doubt escape.

“You must have been working just as hard. You’re gross, Master.”

Her words were cold, yet, touched with humor that Darth Metus would feel bubbling through their bond. She did not address his claims about wanting to try her cooking. He may not feel that way soon enough. Not, when he had rot gut, or food poisoning, from trying something that seemed to have its own density category.

“There is ale. Good, strong ale from Aedan Miles.”, to help wash her confections down, thank the goddess.

Katrine had kept her company for some of her time in the kitchen, though, the flaxen-haired Mandragora hadn’t been subject to her baking yet. Perhaps, to a few pots breaking though. It had been the lupine that had convinced her to try and make fresh noodles, versus picking the glass out of the old. Oh well.

Muad Dib lowered himself from the massive, brightly colored dragon, murmuring words that the Echani did not quite understand. When it came to speaking with Etrigan, she reverted to her mother-tongue, though she had a feeling the creature really only understood her. Not Echani. The Mad One responded to her question sassily, as par usual, and the pale woman remained even-keeled. “You would be surprised. Shall I create you a list?”

Connor Harrison, Aryn Teth, Zephyr Carrick…The Well had been popular lately.

Muad called her on her recent activities and the wintry-woman had to fight a small touch of pink from rising to her cheeks. She was unused to failure. Her skill at ‘cooking’ should have been regarded as ‘unethical experiments’ over edible treats. When “Puff” lowered his head and seemed like he might not mind a little attention, the Echani stepped forward, letting silver eyes flow over pristine scales and perfect wings. Careful fingers rose to touch the creature, soothing, as always. He felt like Etrigan, like Thorne, and yet different. He also felt like the Mad One.

Srina would have been content to languish in learning about a new creature for the better part of the day, but Muad caught her attention, leaving her entirely curious. “Gifts? Have I forgotten a holiday?”

It would not be the first time.
 
[member=”Darth Metus] watches.

Darth Metus looked as though he had been stabbed.

By the expression of agony that claimed his face, one would think that he had fallen victim to Pebble’s blade on Haseria once more. Now the alabaster beauty had decided to act like a girlie-girl? Now, after all they had been through, a little soot was what chased her away? Say it wasn’t so! ”You wound me, Srini.” came his simple, yet heartbroken response as he lowered his hand. ”I’m working hard on something for you and you can’t even suffer a little soot. For shame. And people wonder why Mandalorians and Echani fight so much.”

Turning, he instead grasped the waiting forearm of his vode, [member="Muad Dib"]. In that moment it would become infinitely clear that the Sith was simply joking around with his Apprentice. Though, seriously, she was covered from head to toe in like flour. Would a little bit of soot kill her? Bah.

”It’s needed. It’s my job to make sure my Srin’ika remains safe from harm.” he began. ”Though, since you’re here, if you need anything made I can take care of it for you. Kad knows it’s been ages since I’ve made something proper for a vod.”

Relinquishing his arm, the Sith took a step back. His eyes found Puff, and a low whistle of admiration escaped his lips. To say that Darth Metus wanted one was an understatement…

”Gifts? What’s the occasion?”

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Muad Dib"]
 
Katrine watched as the dragon lowered his head before he was spoken to, again in a language Katrine didn't know. "I gotta learn that language", she muttered with a resolution even if her sapphire gaze never left the dragon. Katrine liked languages and with her gift of memory, she could pick them up with an easy provided she had a good source. So far though, she knew maybe one word? Yep, one word.

Her eyes moved from the dragon only when she heard the interaction between Srina and Muad. Dashing, suave, dangerous madmen. "One in the recent months. One missing still. Rare breed. Runs in the family," Katrine randomly responded before she looked back to the dragon, noticing the dragon come a little bit closer, permitting her to come closer. She did, without hesitation, slowly reaching out her hand for it to be sniffed out before she ran her hand over his cheek just as she heard the demon growled. "Speak now, speak clear. Speak and I will understand. Speak and you will be heard," Katrine suddenly recited as she realized the ending of her spell. "Thank you," she whispered to the dragon quietly, the sight of him enough for her to figure out the ending. Her head turned slightly and she smiled at Srina as the Echani touched the dragon.

Then came the mention of gifts. "Gifts?" Katrine wondered. Occasion though? "Why must there be an occasion? You don't need a special occasion to give us gifts," she reminded her Uncle, her attention remaining on the new friend she'd made.

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]
 
He threw back his head and laughed. A sentiment shared by all three or curiosity and something that would have bordered along suspicion under different circumstances. Lightly he patted the large bag at his side with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Looking between the three he continued chuckling as he then motioned at Puff.

"Oya, ner ad'ika."

Upon hearing the words of the Mad One, Puff raised his head slowly as the dragon rose upon his six trunk like legs. Talons raked the earth as his massive wings stretched out, casting the courtyard into the shadow of their span. Muscles bunched under the iridescent scales and with a mighty leap the creature leapt into the air. The wings flapped creating a strong gust of wind that sent grains of sand swirling amidst flapping clothes. With every stroke of his wings Puff rose into the sky and turned to soar upon the horizon, his wings catching an updraft allowing him to search through the skies. Another roar erupted from the dragon's monstrous maw.

"He's nearly a one of a kind. Nearly."

Crouching upon the sand he carefully placed the satchel upon the ground. Smirking lightly he slowly opened the pouch and reached in to pull the eggs from within and set them upon the sand where they nestled deep beneath their weight. The shells of the eggs flickered a multitude of shades, the colors blending one into another with a swirling of different hues. Rising to his feet he looked at the others around. The slow beat in the force settled any doubt they may have had if these were stones as the life within the eggs echoed strongly in the force.

"The K'kayeh Dragon, was a mythical creature upon Almas. A sithspawn. A monster. A singular creation. I .... May have recreated the creature into a living species."

He grinned lightly as he placed his hands on his hips. He had files to share with them on the creature for each of them.

"So, consider this a gift. Ner vod, and ViceLord. The Nightmother. And the ... famed Dread Queen."

He stepped back a few paces as the eggs seemed to vibrate, a response to the force empowered beings nearby.

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] I [member="Darth Metus"] I [member="Srina Talon"]
 
The K’Kayeh Dragon?!

The name of the species drug up memories of a time long since passed - an age where Darth Metus studied at the feet of his Master. Rave Merrill was an eccentric and studied woman. She prided herself on amassing as much information as possible about, well, practically everything. Especially if it revolved around Sorcery. In the case of the K’Kayeh Dragon, Darth Metus first heard about the creature during his time exploring her extensive collection of lore.

In the present, what he actually recalled about the beasts were glorified bits and pieces - but one thing was abundantly fresh in his mind. They were mighty. Mighty. Casting an excited glance first to [member="Srina Talon"] and then to [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], the Vicelord eagerly rubbed his hands together. The eggs, their gift, had even began to humm with life.

It was only a matter of time before they entered the world.

”Perhaps...You’re right, Katrine.” he breathed. ”Maybe you don’t need an occasion for a gift.”

When Darth Metus looked upon his vod [member="Muad Dib"], there was gratitude burning within his sulfuric gaze. Gratitude...and that wild sense of adventure that he hadn’t felt since the glory days. The Sith, literally, could not wait to take a ride upon his own K’Kayeh’s back.
 
Location: Sinner's Well [Ryloth]
Tags: [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Wearing: This


Srina squinted as she watched her Master throw the most childish of tantrums. His expression was reminiscent of when she’d accidentally discarded an old bottle of whiskey, not realizing, that it was one of his favorites that he drank very, very slowly. The Echani had no taste for alcohol and had only noted the rank stench. The name on the bottle, or the year it was made, meant nothing to her. Her expression remained placid, however, beneath her ice the Vicelord would feel her deeply buried humor. “I have yet to wound you, my Master. When I do—you will know.”

Mandalorians and Echani had not always fought. But that was neither here nor there. The fact that the Vicelord seemed content to pull her leg so hard that he broke it did not warrant an impromptu history lesson. Instead, the silver eyes beauty merely breathed is deeply, and released as a long-suffering sigh. Darth Metus would be used to it.

Thankfully, [member="Muad Dib"] stole his attention and she was off the hook. For now. Much like [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] she returned her focus to the Dragon that Muad had brought with him. She pointedly ignored the strange, Mandalorian, butchering of her name and focused on petting the nearly polite creature that stood on six majestic legs. It had iridescent scales that she had truthfully never seen before. “He’s perfect.”, Srina responded simply to the Mad One, referring to Puff, with an uncharacteristic softness. Of all things that tended to bring out the protective, gentle side of the Echani, it was her preferred winged-beasts.

Both Katrine and [member="Darth Metus"] seemed curious at the notion of presents so at the very least Srina could assume she had not forgotten some sort of holiday. Katrine seemed, even surprised by the question, and her Master answered for her. She frowned, briefly, when Muad sent Puff away. She hadn’t been done with him yet. But, she was entirely curious, about what sort of gifts he might have brought. The nimble woman followed the Mandalorian man without fear as he knelt in the sand and pulled out several oval-shaped objects.

She was slow to realize what Muad had brought them. Srina had never seen Etrigan before adolescence. The dragon eggs were beautiful. She could feel life in them and silver eyes filled with quiet wonder as the eggs began to vibrate. Were they hatching? Or simply responding to the energy in the Well?

Srina could feel the excitement from her Master and caught herself half-smiling, against her will in response to his joy, but the expression died in an instant at being referred to aloud as the Dread Queen. Honestly, one little smoke demon, and the whole galaxy had decided she was a terror. Did no one know what an awful title it was? Her eyes narrowed a little bit as she moved around the eggs to approach the sorcerer who had brought them such precious things.Vor entye [Thank you]. For this, you may refer to me how you wish.”

The very, very limited amount of Mandalorian that she knew was attributed to her Master. The accent was all wrong, and she was probably using the wrong tense, but she tried. The effort was there, even if it was a hundred and one perfect awful. Rather than only rely on that she rest a hand on Muad’s arm and leaned up on her tiptoes to press a chaste kiss, innocent of all things, to his cheek. She released him immediately afterward knowing how some people were about personal space. It was the only gift she could give in return as her cooking was most certainly not going to be a pleasant experience. Darth Metus would likely need to fire up the large, monstrous grill, so that they could feed both Katrine and Muad properly.

The young woman dropped down on her knees in the sand in the meantime, apron and all, and began to watch the eggs. Her hands, a little tinted with flour, clasped beneath her chin. Soon, her little Etrigan would have a new friend to look after. Very few things captivated Srina, the way a child was attracted to flashy colors or magnificent swords, but this did the trick.
 

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